Winter/Spring

Pain


Huginn: I'm not sure the clay people feel pain.

Muninn: I remember the terror on their faces when your flaming eye lit upon them and the hook of your beak scythed through them like wheat.

H: Yes, but they made no noise about it.

M: They would have.

H: But they didn't.

M: It's hard to scream when you have no mouth.

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