general.さんのイラストまとめ

( Even though the sound of water is changed from rain to waves, the General does not even blink. )

… It is not me, entirely. Yet buried beneath whatever has taken control of my limbs — there must be a part of me left. I have, after all, not passed on to Death. [+] https://t.co/KvV1ceMPHW

… I thank you for the kind words, Brother. These of mine, however, have not been chosen for stylistics; … they are simply ones he well knows.

Go, then. Quickly.
They may stay his hand.

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… I … apologize. Perhaps I shall now make you privy to more than you would wish to know; yet I — … all of us who cherish him; we need him to understand it is not myself, at current, who talks the waking world.

… So tell him this, then; [+]
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… I will need you to tell him something.

… … Could you do that, somehow?
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… … … I see.

( The only grave left here is her silence. )

… I … …

… … Do you … remember your dreams, Brother?
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… I fear it is not.

So close is the dream to death that they are brethren; and so I crawled here through the rift the waking call torn into their distinction your voices made. … And yet, from here, I cannot wake, [+]
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( The sigh which escapes her — proof of breath, and a strange, suspended life — ill conceals a smile )
… I shan't harry you for indiscretion when we've, indeed, matters of greater import — … and I have you to thank, first. All of you, that is; [+]
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Yes. I know. I know not who looked; but I knew there were those calling my name. That is how I came here, myself.
( She turns her familiar eyes to the sky. It rains, and yet neither of them grow even damp. )
… Would it that I knew how to end this, too.
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And of this single one, the lid opens like a door does for a visitor; and from this single one, a woman sits up like she must make ready to meet a friend. )

… Were it most any other than you, Brother, I would have demanded apologies.

( How strange, for a hand to change shape several times while it holds another. It is longer, and then sharper, and then shorter, and then firmer —
and then silken
and it lets go. )

… You came looking for me.
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