+one tiny scary baby

[undustable]

[ The Moon smiles and raises a tiny hand in a wave. ]

Death comes for the pigs. It has been foretold.

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[bassriff]

Cuz your prophecy deal worked out so well before.

[undustable]

[ rude! ]

All things find end, and new beginning. We wax, we wane, we are reborn again.

[bassriff]

[isn't she always?]

That cycle's done, Moon. The vamp souls are staying where they're at. [locked up in her.]

[monosaccharide]

Yeah, sure came for you this time around.