By enumerating and labelling and identifying them, Rufus Shinra keeps his dying dreams in order, and relegates them to straightforward sanity. This is Rufus Shinra, three months to the day the Stigma crept under his clothes: less than thirty and going on a cynical hundred, he wakes up in the morning and lets his body puke and shit and stain the ( Read more... )

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