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He had asked her to bring down that merciful axe, to finish the short and meaningless play of his life. But Wednesday had stayed her hand. Whether out of mercy or some vestigial tenderness, he never knew. He only knew that because of her hesitation, his lungs now lay exposed, his saliva dripped thick as tar, his body cursed the world while dying by inches. He should have pleaded harder, back then—in that café, or on the day they met among tombs. He should have begged her to be kind, to slit his throat while there was still something human left to love between them, when she still called him, still invited him to dances, still smiled on the line. He should have asked her to bury him early, when laughter was still possible, to let death seep into his veins before he was gnawed alive, weeping and abandoned in the filth of some subterranean drain.