[ He takes a swing in the direction of the blob, but even then, he knows it won't work. There's a voice in his head, firm and insistent, telling him that the only solution is to tear out his own heart. Just tear it out. It's the only way.
He adjusts his grip so only one hand is holding his pipe. The other.... is reaching towards his own chest. ]
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[ He takes a swing in the direction of the blob, but even then, he knows it won't work. There's a voice in his head, firm and insistent, telling him that the only solution is to tear out his own heart. Just tear it out. It's the only way.
He adjusts his grip so only one hand is holding his pipe. The other.... is reaching towards his own chest. ]