@notthatMysterious — #death-mention

... I suppose I hoped that I'd finally be free of the thought of him when he died. Hah. Perhaps when my body hurts less, so will the memories. I'll try to distract myself for now.

As irritating as it is to be resting this much, I can count myself lucky that he didn't break my legs, so I can still walk around. I know he considered it. He considered much worse. Lucky me that he prefers when people can attempt to fight back, so he can laud it over them when they fail. ... Preferred. Could. He's gone now. Good fucking riddance. I hope his body rots well so he can finally do something good for the world by feeding the detritus eaters and fungi.