I respawn.
"Actually, yes, it can." I say, as I punch my robotic hand through Knife's chest, then grab his spine and tear it out. I then proceed to beat Knife around the face with his own spine.
[i/]I wake on a bench, in a park. It's cold, the autumn air quite and still. Orange-red leaves lie scattered on the grass, and the sky is a bleak, steel grey.[/i]
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