Fuckin hell. It was amazing and horrifying and greatly well written and then you hit us with “This is what he’s worth, he realizes” and my dear author you done broke my heart, how dare you.

I don’t even know if I want to know what is actually being laid in Essek. Are they little Luciens? Little somnovem? Nightmarish cognouza flesh abominations? DO I WANT TO KNOW? IM NOT SURE.