*Do you see these markings? I won't write your sins on my wrists. There's no more space.* --- *I, I am alone. I am alone now. When the tide receded, when the tide surged, they all agreed to jump. Abandon ship. Ship of fools. Stul-ti-fe-ra Na-vis. That's what they called the plan. The plan. We drew straws. Metaphorically. No. I didn't get a chance to pick my own. "Chance" was rigged. I had to do it. Because, they told me, because, I was the one that Communed with the ones of the deep. They ...