He Echoes All Throughout They are not enough. Just copies of him, unfinished, unbound by flesh and blood. I must try again and obtain another vessel. This time, alive.
I will bring him back — whole, not bony and broken. Not turned inside out. Not howling and screaming. Just whole, the way he was before. My next attempt must succeed. The newest living vessel is sublime. The perfect fur to rip away and reveal a husk ready to carry his soul. This time, it will work. It simply must. I will get my Ikko back. |