(no subject)
Hunt you down and seek you out and claw those eyes and know that tongue and slowly, surely, blithely, sin~king, what are you, what do you want, where did you, how, when, crush down those little bugs of sin and skin and scruple and who, who do they think to - they... who...
...have to. Ah... marks. Signs. Heralds.
Put it down in more than blood.
You - who - ...
Name and rank and reason. Now. You'll give it -
...
Name.
No, not yours.
Mine.
[ooc: Rosiel in mirror!city. The opposite of that perfect memory that conveniently took down Sevotharte ? Short term memory. He doesn't remember much of anything, will lose information unless put down somehow, and will... overall be very paranoid / possibly try to plot out people's murders as self-defense >D Take advantage at own risk!]