He adjusted his mantle of starlight, and raised a hand to grasp the spiral arms of the bow. Comets fled from his touch, as white-hot plasma arced from one pole to the other, a bowstring of star-stuff and an arrow of gamma rays.
He loosed death across the night sky.
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"That's an amazingly astute observation. I couldn't have said it better myself." "Yeah, but like — just because I can reach that conclusion logically doesn’t mean I can feel it. You know? Like my emotions are on the other side of the planet from me. No, they're on the fucking moon, and I'm here, and my logic means nothing at all because I can't get myself to feel what I know, and there's no oxygen where my emotions live, and I'm suffocating."
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