page twelve | fistful of steel

[metalandashes]

[there's a splatter of thick black ichor across the page. certain spots grow steadily throughout Phoenix's message, as if being dripped onto the paper from above. the writing itself is a little shaky.]

Lezard I left a pile of them on the medical island. haven't seen you yet old man. if you got more than me I'll buy you a drink.

don't wait up for me.