« It's no use. » — articulated Nicolas with difficulty. His words seemed to have no sense in the eyes of the superintendent, but they really had it. Nick knew something, something he was the only one to know, to pre-feel : his fate was sealed. His own and that of people like him. The twilights, they are condemned to suffer during all their existence and to die. What's the use to try to survive in this chaos, this anti-twilights war and this hatred ? He knew he wasn't going to survive. Monsters, victims ; it was the same thing, they were going to die, all of them, one after another by the human's hand. A life in the fear, that's all. ______________can.you.handle.this.shit.?.even.if.i.crush.your.head,.turn.it.into.minced.meat.and.do.you.in.?______.
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