Ivan... I know how you feel. [It never feels like enough. It feels like it'll always be a cross to bear, and maybe it's deserved. But no matter what James thinks of himself, he can always spare the grace to think better of others.] But that just isn't true.
[How long has he been doing this? How much more time does he have, living indentured to Death itself? It's awful to think about.
...He sees a card flutter down down. James blinks, eyes tracking it.]
Hey, what's that? Is it another... [The last card?]
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Ivan... I know how you feel. [It never feels like enough. It feels like it'll always be a cross to bear, and maybe it's deserved. But no matter what James thinks of himself, he can always spare the grace to think better of others.] But that just isn't true.
[How long has he been doing this? How much more time does he have, living indentured to Death itself? It's awful to think about.
...He sees a card flutter down down. James blinks, eyes tracking it.]
Hey, what's that? Is it another... [The last card?]