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No vision could've prepared Eli for the moment he stepped willingly toward his damnation.
Exhaustion. Loneliness. Fear. They can push good men to do the unthinkable. And Luchino, persistent, had been circling him for days.
Guilt wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Not that night.
“So you’ve finally decided, then?”
The mockery should’ve stung, but desperation left no room for pride. Only the selfish urge to choose for himself, even if it ruined him. If his mouth was the only way to silence him, if his body was the only way to forget what awaited him… then so be it.