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[traits]

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shh just let me hide out here okay/i was feeling nostalgic.

[slake]

The mind fights the body and the body fights the land. It wants our bodies, the landscape does, and everyone runs the risk of being swallowed up. Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?

[traits]

[ Faith will always exist. It's the opening line of Eddie's sermon, the day Edith dies.

It's a horrible scene. Blood all over the house, Edith's wounds terrible, though there's no other sign of a struggle. Lily's hands are covered in red just as vivid as the shoes she wears, and while she doesn't laugh, doesn't smile, she looks at Eddie like she could bore holes in him, if she looked long enough. Like he could blind her, but it would be a small price to pay to look upon him just a moment longer.

Edith's child is missing.

Faith will always exist. Maybe the object of it will change, maybe one's perception of it will alter. But it will always exist. (It will never be outrun, it will never be escaped. And it's finally caught up to Eddie Ash.)

He's standing out behind the church when Sterling finds him, his hands tucked into his pockets, looking out over the endless fields of wheat without really seeing anything at all. Grief strikes him that way, like a thunderbolt, freezing him to the spot. Had he ever seen so much blood before?

(Once, yes. His own. But not in this life.)

Her approach seems to snap him out of it. He reaches into one of his jacket pockets with shaky fingers, looking for a cigarette and a lighter. ]

—Hey.

[childless]

They watch each other, they share no story. I will not cross you and you must move on. There is nothing else. It reminds me of some tale, stay with me to remember, it reminds me of where I was going without you.