Who was I kidding? I couldn't feel my arms and legs anymore. I knew I was in trouble. But shaking off the stupor was one thing. Shaking off the humiliation was another.

Seems no matter what I tried, Clarence just wouldn't die. And now Philip had the scars to prove it. Seems I had to rip clean through both if I ever wanted to find my peace.

And was throwing in the towel really so bad if you just... sort of dropped it on your way out?

"Lead the way."

...Seems I'd decided to live another day to contemplate that question.