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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

More, then?

[He looks back towards the skyscraper.]

[bywolves]

Yeah. Yeah, just. A few.

[ He can't keep going without trying. Has to make it up to the people who didn't survive what he did. ]

[devoutish]

You don't have to come.

[bywolves]

I do. They didn't survive. They didn't magically get their fingers and tongues back at the end.

[ His gloved hands flex. ] Come on.

[devoutish]

Not your fault.

[He won't make Royce stay outside, but he'll try not to let him feel guilty, either.]

The survivors can't blame themselves for things like this, mate.

[bywolves]

I know. I don't. But I owe it to them.

[devoutish]

[He starts to reach for Royce's hand, then hesitates. He was just touching bones and body parts, after all; maybe Royce doesn't want to hold his hand.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce closes the distance, holding Alfie's hand. It's fine. Royce is going to be touching bones and body parts, himself, pretty soon. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie squeezes it, and then starts heading slowly back towards the building. He'll be more prepared, this time.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is also more prepared. He can shut himself off to it, and focusing on the task rather than the bodies themselves makes it easier to get through it. He'll follow Alfie's lead, burying the remains carefully and respectfully.

By the end of it, he can almost feel an ache in his fingers, his tongue. ]

[devoutish]

[After their third trip, Alfie sags heavily against Royce, turning his head away from the slightly larger grave pile.]

I'm done. No more today.

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ Royce mumbles, wrapping his arm around Alfie's waist. ]

Let's go find a place to stay for the night.

[devoutish]

We need to cross that bridge.

[He's staring up at the skyscraper.]

[bywolves]

We can go in through a different building.

[devoutish]

Too far to walk, mate. It's getting late.

[bywolves]

Then close your eyes and I'll lead you up through the building.

[devoutish]

[Alfie looks at him, a thin smile crossing his lips.]

I was gonna suggest I do the same for you.

[bywolves]

Great minds. [ Royce says dryly, tugging Alfie toward the door. ] Close your eyes. I've seen worse.

[devoutish]

I can't imagine that you have.

[bywolves]

You've never been to Manzant.

[ And that's all he's going to say about that. ]

[devoutish]

No.

[BUT CULT TORTURE VICTIMS BEING SKINNED ALIVE, ROYCE.]

[bywolves]

[ YEAH WELL. When you've seen people in the middle of performing cannibalism, get back to him. Royce's expression is tight and firm. ]

Come on.

[devoutish]

[He comes, stopping to pick up his bags where he'd dropped them by the door.]

Doesn't remind me of the war. Different sort of brutality.

[bywolves]

No. This is about making people hurt. Suffer.

War doesn't do that directly. It's indirect. The point is to die fast, with war. This isn't - this isn't that.

[devoutish]

Some of the weapons in our war were created to make people suffer.

[But he gets what Royce means.]