when wakinu was exiled from his tribe for his fight with wakini, he got lost in snow country. he left a trail of snow that stretched from earth to the sky and his people forgave him 'cause he forged a path to the bridge of the dead, that led to the eternal hunting grounds.
i think you're that bear, uncle. i think i am the dead thing that came before the snow in the sky. you can't forge anything in a dead thing, but i'll still be your boy.
[ all at once he feels all the years of his age, and very sad. old sadness, new sadness. ]
I am the dead thing which eats his own people.
You are endlessness, I think. I smell this in you. Death and renewal over and over. We are things we did not choose to be, but we make the most of what we are anyway.
I would choose you every time, though. I sense that I have in my lives before, and that I will again. I think I am always meant to find you, because we are the same thing in two bodies.
When we die, my people go to the Sandhills. I think we always ask go to back to find each other, so we can finally go together. I am always yours.
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You are the most beautiful thing here, to me. My little happiness, yes?
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( to fuck, to kill. )
you got bodies, too.
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I have less bodies here than you think.
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( like he's not said it enough. like if he says it another time or two or three, good stab will believe him eventually, as if that's the problem. )
uncle, i think you're more like wakinu than i am.
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Why?
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i think you're that bear, uncle. i think i am the dead thing that came before the snow in the sky. you can't forge anything in a dead thing, but i'll still be your boy.
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I am the dead thing which eats his own people.
You are endlessness, I think. I smell this in you. Death and renewal over and over. We are things we did not choose to be, but we make the most of what we are anyway.
I would choose you every time, though. I sense that I have in my lives before, and that I will again. I think I am always meant to find you, because we are the same thing in two bodies.
When we die, my people go to the Sandhills. I think we always ask go to back to find each other, so we can finally go together. I am always yours.