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[sinister_charm]

COMM: muse_shuffle - And when it was all over / I said to myself / Is that all there is to a fire?
VERSE: canon
WORD COUNT: 128
NOTE: Excessive formatting ahead.



It hurts. It hurts and everything is
f

a
l
l
i
n
g
a p a r t.

But that isn't your fault. You know it isn't. You did it all perfectly, as you always did.
As you always do.

Right?
Right.
Silly you, thinking otherwise.
Don't worry. It was just a-
mistake on your part
-a fluke that you were beaten.
Of course.
Yes, of course.


But your hearts still race. You still feel that anger, don't you? Your hand trembles just slightly at defeat. You don't show them that, do you? That... what is that?

Is that...

fear?

It is, isn't it?

Come on.
You can tell me.

Just a flick of the wrist and you've expelled that anger. You can't recall the name of what it was you broke; but you have the faintest idea that it was important.
Oh well.
It's just a thing.
And things?
Things can be replaced.