YOU - [Keep going.]
LIMBIC SYSTEM - There is nothing left on this earth to keep you tethered. It all blows away as so much iridescent smoke.
Pouring from you in spades. A column of white trailing from every crack and fracture that runs through what's left of you, colors glinting from deep inside. The last dregs of life.
ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - There's nothing left to do, Harry. There was never anything you could do. You reached a hand out to the heavens, and they destroyed you in turn. What did you expect? You're just a man.
You were dead the moment you walked the path in the woods.
Tired.
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