[he says, tersely, hand going cold and irises starting to bleed red; Oswald is bleeding somewhere underneath his clothes and it's Jack's fault. His throat runs dry.
The property's gardens are in sight, roiling black, and you know what, jack will just squeeze oswald's hand and jump when they're fifteen feet from the grass, to clear the monsters frolicking around and looking for living things to kill. Don't worry dude, he's fallen from higher heights before...?]
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[he says, tersely, hand going cold and irises starting to bleed red; Oswald is bleeding somewhere underneath his clothes and it's Jack's fault. His throat runs dry.
The property's gardens are in sight, roiling black, and you know what, jack will just squeeze oswald's hand and jump when they're fifteen feet from the grass, to clear the monsters frolicking around and looking for living things to kill. Don't worry dude, he's fallen from higher heights before...?]