[For now, at least. This place sits in her throat like a bolus, choking her, people brushing up against her skin and pushing past her even when they're feet or yards away. Crushing. Sometimes she drifts to get away from it. Sometimes she doesn't notice anything.]
[Right now she notices. Even the dim light of a Fog day is painfully bright to her, so much so that she can see every line in the old woman's face, the way her skin wraps around bone, stuck like it's been attached with glue but only haphazardly. Like someone lost interest halfway through.]
[Harrow reaches to pull cheekbones through paper-thin epidermis. Nothing reaches back.]
[This is how it comes to be that the silently standing skull-painted sentinel comes to be staring at this very old, stupid woman. Her eyes are black like a lightless planet. Her gaze is uncomfortable. She is thinking: what's baseball?]
[Eventually, grating:] He came through with the rest of us. You see what you want to see.
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[For now, at least. This place sits in her throat like a bolus, choking her, people brushing up against her skin and pushing past her even when they're feet or yards away. Crushing. Sometimes she drifts to get away from it. Sometimes she doesn't notice anything.]
[Right now she notices. Even the dim light of a Fog day is painfully bright to her, so much so that she can see every line in the old woman's face, the way her skin wraps around bone, stuck like it's been attached with glue but only haphazardly. Like someone lost interest halfway through.]
[Harrow reaches to pull cheekbones through paper-thin epidermis. Nothing reaches back.]
[This is how it comes to be that the silently standing skull-painted sentinel comes to be staring at this very old, stupid woman. Her eyes are black like a lightless planet. Her gaze is uncomfortable. She is thinking: what's baseball?]
[Eventually, grating:] He came through with the rest of us. You see what you want to see.