[Deed and word seem to be in direct contradiction. They move and react in want, in the prelude to sparking life, and Alex-- Alex speaks of death. Destruction.
But they're not contractions, are they? Life and death often walk hand-in-hand.]
Because I've done the same.
[Ripped out and demolished. Neil cups his hand, fingers reaching past the seam near Alex's crotch.]
But you've got that kind of reverence about the world that I can only dream of.
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But they're not contractions, are they? Life and death often walk hand-in-hand.]
Because I've done the same.
[Ripped out and demolished. Neil cups his hand, fingers reaching past the seam near Alex's crotch.]
But you've got that kind of reverence about the world that I can only dream of.