Rennuid thinks about words, their weight, and what can remain unsaid in the face of implication. And he learns something new about his friend.

this skips ahead in the timeline a bit, until after Allegory's death by GllChk's hand.

I'll post a timeline one day...

This story is a transcribed version of a comic, so if it seems oddly bare in places -- that's why!

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Over and over,
I kept wondering if GllChk knew.
About me, and the beast he had slain.
That I was its--

...He had to, right?
The lurid things it had said to me, in front of him. The disgusting things I had said to him, before.


The truth waited in the air,
always clouding my thoughts.

He would often look at me with a question in his pupilless eyes.

"Sorry. I'm.. just a bit out of it."
I'd always wave him away.
I was afraid to even mention it, for fear of what he'd say.


"I'll try not to fall behind again," I would promise.

"Take your time if you need it," he'd soothe.


So I kept my thoughts to myself.


It became like a dance. Inexorably, the words would draw closer to voice, welling up to the back of my teeth. Desperate, to meet the air.

Inevitably, I would fall back, the trepidation a vice on my throat. My courage - or audacity, as I felt it to be - would all drawn away. Until the next time.


...Of course, not...