[He's kissing his ending, over there by the pillar. He's gone over names and places before, where he might have picked up the disease, but always somehow skipped over this. Now he's here it's so obvious, and it's hard to look away.
He makes himself, after a minute. It's far too late to shout warnings no one would hear.
Something that doesn't match.]
The fountain shouldn't be running this late at night, does that count? [It should. Walking over to the angel, her waters run down a flight of stairs into the dark.]
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[He's kissing his ending, over there by the pillar. He's gone over names and places before, where he might have picked up the disease, but always somehow skipped over this. Now he's here it's so obvious, and it's hard to look away.
He makes himself, after a minute. It's far too late to shout warnings no one would hear.
Something that doesn't match.]
The fountain shouldn't be running this late at night, does that count? [It should. Walking over to the angel, her waters run down a flight of stairs into the dark.]