[ What's the point to keep secrets anymore, right? At least he has a pretty obvious fucking thing he can't deny. A fake-ass hand. If his employers see it, he's fucked, and there's no lies he could tell to cover it up. ]
[ Might as well trust fellow musicians, since apparently that shit's been happening to everyone. Well, at least ones he likes. ]
I killed a man with a sword. [ As shocking as it had felt at first, he's... sounding pretty emotionless now. ] And I'm supposed to be dead.
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[ Might as well trust fellow musicians, since apparently that shit's been happening to everyone. Well, at least ones he likes. ]
I killed a man with a sword. [ As shocking as it had felt at first, he's... sounding pretty emotionless now. ] And I'm supposed to be dead.