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You can find Vicious books, Vicious quotes and quotes, Vicious authors, Vicious reviews and reviews on 1000Kitap.killing something was easy. bringing it back to life took more than measurement and medicine. it was like cooking, not baking. baking took a sense of order. cooking took a flare, a little art, a little luck. this kind of cooking took a 𝘭𝘰𝘵 of luck.
"i worked hard on those books," he explained, steadying himself on the arm of the couch. "they're poetry. and they're a better suicide note than anything i'd be able to come up with right now."
"i see it in you." victor was very proud of verbalizing the observation in one try, considering his level of inebriation. nevertheless, he needed to stop talking. he didn't like people to know how closely he watched, matched, mimicked them. "i see it," he finished quietly.
"you asked me if i ever wanted to believe in something. i do. i want to believe in this. i want to believe that there's more." victor sloshed a touch of whiskey over the edge of his glass. "that we could 𝘣𝘦 more. hell, we could be heroes."
"we could be dead," said eli.
"that's a risk everyone takes by living."
"you’re hurt," he said to the bundle of wet clothes. it wasn't the arms crossed tightly over the form's chest that gave it away, or the dark stain on one sleeve, darker even than the rain, or the way the figure pulled back sharply when he reached out a hand. victor smelled pain the way a wolf smelled blood. tuned to it.
victor knew pain too well to be fooled by the defiant look.
where are you, eli? he wondered.
where are you where are you where are you where are you?
the question echoed in his head. he’d wondered it every day for a decade. some days absently, and others with such an intense need to know that it hurt. it actually 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, and for victor, that was something.