Eugh… I see most of the flesh has rotted off and there’s little else left besides bleached bones.
I really ought to go back 12 years and tell myself that this outcome wasn’t worth it.
Guess it’s my duty to bury this corpse. But first… a eulogy.
pulls out a crumpled, dried, and grease stained McDonald’s napkin with one line sloppily scribbled on it
“It wasn’t about the journey, but the enemies we’ve made along the way”
Ey’ man.
pulls out a shovel and begins digging Ravenholdt’s grave
