...that was not yours to discard as you willed, Isaac.
[The closest to cold his voice has ever been- though it's far more tired than anything else. The ink winds it's usual paths, all in place save for the mark Isaac himself set on his back. That had come after, and as such was gone.]
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[The closest to cold his voice has ever been- though it's far more tired than anything else. The ink winds it's usual paths, all in place save for the mark Isaac himself set on his back. That had come after, and as such was gone.]
What did you do with it?