[And with a coarse squelch of bone that sounds - wrong, all wrong considering the dryness and emptiness of dust and bone, he rips the bones free.
He grins with undeniable, savage triumph as now, inevitably, satisfyingly - a number increases. And bones fold to dust.
Perhaps that's the very best thing about it. The most gratifying thing. The way he tries to stretch the seconds out, the way he reaches for the kids, both of them, with something approaching desperation, the way he tries to say something, something doubtless profound and meaningful - and yet, fails to do so before he crumbles, dissolves, and fades.
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[And with a coarse squelch of bone that sounds - wrong, all wrong considering the dryness and emptiness of dust and bone, he rips the bones free.
He grins with undeniable, savage triumph as now, inevitably, satisfyingly - a number increases. And bones fold to dust.
Perhaps that's the very best thing about it. The most gratifying thing. The way he tries to stretch the seconds out, the way he reaches for the kids, both of them, with something approaching desperation, the way he tries to say something, something doubtless profound and meaningful - and yet, fails to do so before he crumbles, dissolves, and fades.
He dies just as he always lived.
Without any of it meaning a single thing.]