Starglow Basin Asesino

Thank you for the kudos <3

The answer winks and fizzles out in the last of the sunlight.

Que sí lo hacen, ojo por ojo.

As far as Moisés can understand, el jefe is a businessman, an inventor, a capitalist.

He runs a machine, only what the machine permits as lubricant is more liberal than most others: oil, blood, and the shadowed bodies of couriers casting slanting shadows, echoing the micro-trajectories of their freight, through capillaries, towards chemical bliss. All of these things that made their world turn.

Moisés wants to meet the spear's eyes, but he cannot. Instead his gaze flickers to his cheek, then the puckered corner of his harsh mouth.

Y al morder a alguien, mantén tu lengu-u-u—lengua en el techo de su boca.

así que no la mu—

He screws up his eyes; sometimes this helps.

Mu-er-des.