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Do you see the god?

He spasms.

Do you see?

Here, but not here.

When the shaking stops he is quiet, breathing softly, almost still, as if he has died. Perhaps a part of him has. There is not much left to Mou — to Harka, now — some skin and bones, soup for a brain.

His eyes open and he breathes sounds that almost resemble words; maybe to Morgana they will mean something: w... woumds ah..r.. burning..

A faraway stare in to the dark, that's all that's left of him.