t h i r t y - f o u r.
[Periods -- ones that weren't too long -- spent without his fellow Horsemen weren't that much of a concern to Famine. Periods spent without a certain volatile one, especially one who he felt he'd driven away because of his death, were. Discomfort wasn't a familiar emotion to him. War would storm off to cope, this was normal, but somehow this situation was different. Worse than usual.
He missed her already. Fuck.
And there was no getting her back until she came back on her own.]
[Text to Death]
need to see you, make yourself free.