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Zara
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My mother had me wash my fur before attending my own brother's funeral.

How quaint.

How long has it been? Since we laid him in the earth? Days? Weeks? Months? Who cares honestly? Time is irrelevant, it's just this long rope pulling us all along for the journey. Before dragging us all down into the black depths from where we came and will return.

Not that I had already tried to quicken the process for myself. What was point anymore?

Claws were talking, they talked about my brother, some of them cried. I didn't, I didn't have anything left in me to create tears.

Some might say I no longer have a soul.

I would disagree with them. I have one, but it's no longer important to me anymore.

Nothing is.

Good, very good.

"Be quiet, don't bother me today,"

Fine, but'll be back later.

I hated how the voice sounded hauntingly like Zach.