15.Floating
It is all for the sake of appearances.
Keep up the act.
Lock down remorse.
Let nothing show.
Smile at his pain. Laugh at his cries.
Take another deep mouthful. Let it sink into my soul and burn out the memory of what I must do. This insidious draft of liquid denial.
Keep the snake inside his prison and allow the demon that is always within me to appear.
I order him taken to my bedchamber, picking up my favourite dagger. The snake's favourite dagger. Which is it?
I'm not sure anymore.
Have mercy on me.
For I do not.