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"̄ͮ͌͆Ĩ͋̑'ͥ̃̆͒̚vͭͮ̌ͯ́ę̂ ̽͒͂ͥͩ͛̚c̴̿̐̐h̄̋̇̋̅͞aͬͪ̌͌́̃͞sͩ͑̐ͧeͮ̏̂̆ͦd͐ ̸̔yͥ҉ou͑̓ͧ̽̓͏ ͣt͊͊͑̃̐h̛rͭͯ̾̇͋̊̆oͫ̎͗̈̐ͤ̀̚ȕ͊ǵͣ͛̇̾hͧͯ͛̄̏ ̡̇́́̽̅̂cͥͬ͆ẽ͐͗̾͛̑ͭ͜n̵̒ͨ̂t̵ͬ̂u̅ͩͪ̾̾̓̏r͑ͭͥi̶ͣ̓̌̑̃ë̓̍͋sͧ,ͯ ̛w̾á̔ͬ̆i͗͐̌t͑i͗̿̐̅̈̐n͗͟g̛̐̃ ͯ̂̉̔͌̅̅͟f̡̏͂̏̃oͥ̀rͥ̈́̒ͥ̚̚͝ ẗ́̈́ͮ͌ͭͧhͥ̓̐͒̊̚͘e͂̓ͮ̈́ͦ̆́ ̨̀̾͂̅d͌ͥ̓ͩ͛ͥ͘ảý̨ͤ̍͂́ ̇̈́Xḯ̀ͭ̉ͩb̂ͫͣ̂̃͋aͤ̿̉lͫ́͠bͩͩ̈a ̓rͬͫͬ̎i̽͆ͥs͆̄ͥ͊̿͠es̓͒̈͊ͮ ̊͂ͯͧaͦ͌̒̔͊g̵ͩ̉a̾̒́ͯi̒̀nͭͮ̿̌͋̐͛͘,̔ ̂̈́̒ͣ͑ͤ̎͡wͤͤ͛ͨ̊́̈́a̒̃͋ͤ̽̄i͗̏̈ͪ̅̑ţͫͤ̽̌̾̍ͭin̓͏g͡ ͧ̀f͌͒ͯͯ̈́̿̚ó̵ͩͮ̍ͥr ̧̂̍t͆ͨhͫͭ̑̃͠e̊ ͌ͯͣͣͣ͊d̴͋͒a̓y̨ ̨̓ͯ͌̇wͤ̎̀̈h͐ͩ̊̅̈́́ę̽̉͒̚nͫͥ͡ ͂ͩ̌Í̃ ̿̑̀ͪ̔́̚c͆͐̊͋͗o̧͋͒̅̿ͭ͂uͫ̑͠l̊̈ḋ̎͑̉ͭ ̆̿̅͋͜f̄͋́i͒͊̆ͥn̂ͧ̈̒d̛̿ ͯ͆ͩy̶ȏ̈́̉͗̐ͧ͡u̴͗ a͑̂̔n̄ͨ͊͛̈ͬ̉͘d͒ͧ̍̐́̍͆̀ m̿ͦ̉̂ͭͤ̾a̸ͣk̏͆ͪ̈́́̔̊͟ęͤ͒̌ ̸ͬ̂͊̇̅̌ỳou͛ͦ̓̇͌ ͣͪ̍ͫͫͨr͛́̾ͥeg̛ͤ̈́͊r͐ē̒͂̅̑͋͛t ̏́͌̔r̓͌̌̊ͭ͝uͫ̓̔n̈́͋̿҉n͑̀̆͂ǐ̈ͤ͆̓̀n͛́g̀̎ ̆a̓ͤ̍͒̅͆wa͐̌̋̿̂yͯ̾ͯ͞ ̵͌̀͒͒̏̒ͭf̌ͮ̈̕r̂̓o̸̍͊ͭͯ͛mͫ̆̍͛̾͑̔ ̛ͭ̏m͟ẻ̉͗.͊̒̄.͜.̄ͩ̂I̢ͩͣ́̉̊̑ ̇́̀͒ẅ́ͣ̔́̊oͥ̍͊ͭͦͦn̊̄̀'ͪͯ̈̈̂̚t̄͌͌ ̄ͣͥ́̀́ͬ͜gĭ͗̌v̢ͭ͋ͤ̓e̍ ͋̾͌̃͛ỷ̑ͭ̑͢o̊̇ͣ͘ùͩͨ̇̀̓͜ ̶̿̓t̀̆́hͨͤ͋eͪ̑͑ ̢͒̍̔͗̌̔́f͌r͌͋ͨ̐̋̎e̋e̴̋̈ͪ͊d͒̒̋̈̓̔͟o͋ͨ̂ͤͬm̧̔ ̧͌͌̍͂tͫͫ̊ͣ̏ơ͂͐͌͑ͮ̚ ̂l̍̋̂̓̌ͣ͜e͋̓̓a͋̋̿̅v̓͌ͥe̛̊ͤ̋ ̡̉͗̑͋̿m̿͑͒ͥͨ͐è̎̑͆̓̑͑͏ ͧaͪ͌ͩ̓̽̓҉g͡a̛̓ͨ̒i̅̒ͦ̈́͞n̋̅̒̊ͪ̽̓͏,͛̏̂̕ ͬ͒ͪSͩ̓͊͑͋͞a̷ņͬͪ̀̑ͩd͏m̑ͨ̉̐ͪ͛ä́̈́ͦͣͯ͆͑n̶͐ͨͧ̓ͩ̽̌.̨͋ ̨̀I̓ ͮ͑aͮ̎̄ͬ̈́ͣͦ͡l̈ͩ̐͂̄ͪͤl̔oͬͯ͐͌̏͐̄wͯͤ̆̇͊̕eͩd̈̋̓ͨͪ̇͝ ̒̑ͦ̾̓̚i͆̀t̿ͦ̊̚ ͂̾͑ͥ̋b͌̈́͊̒ef̽̽̍̐ô͞r̉͐͗̑͆èͧ͘,ͥ̇̔͊ ͊̌͗͑̅͜b̌͌̂̆̓̈ę̓ͫ̌́c̷͒͑̾̇̀aũͪ͊ͫs̷ͩe̷͛̽ͩ͊̑ͭ͒ ͌y͗̋̒̓̚o͑ͬ̍̒͆u̇̈̄ͭ̀̚ ̑̌̓̽̔̍l͌̚i͠kedͨ̌ͯ́̐̂͏ ͂t̢̆͗ͮ̔ḧ́̅̍̽ͤ̿́e͆͂̆̚͘ ̴͆̑̽͋̔ͥḣͦ̌̔̑ͧ͏ú͋̀ma̿͐̋̂n̸ͭs͌ͣ͋͂̒̈̋ á̐̏̾ͬnͩd̶ ̵̍̋͐̽I̍ͮ͛ ̓ͩ̈̀͟w̍̽ͭ͏a̿ͩ̀̃̆͝n̴͌͌̈̋̎͒tͬͫͤě̎̂́̒ͯ҉dͣ̆͝ ̑̈́̉̈y̢͑ͥ̚o͂u͆ͮ͏ ͌̾̒̾̓̎ͤtͤ̄ͭͬ̄͋o͗̈̒̑̓͋ ̢̈́̐ͥ̽͐̔ͧb̉̊͗ēͦ͒ͧ̇ ̒͛̔h͛͗ͦ͒͐̚͠ă͑ͣp͡pͯ̓yͥ̇ͩͯ,̓ͫ ͐̍͒b͌u̶t͋̐̍̊͡ ͨ̃̄̄ͩ̄i̾͜t͒͂̓̕ ̒͊̽͟w͋ͨo̵̚n̿͠'͊̄ͥͣ҉t̡́̀̓ͧ ̈́̂͌ͮ̎ͥ̑h͌͆̇̾͡a͋͂ͣ̄͑̋͝p͋̑ͦͫp̃ͦͭ̄ͦ̔ė̌̄͘nͣ̓͋ ̓͌a̷g̉̓̿a̓ͤ̂ͩͦ͒i̢͛̋̍n̔.ͯ҉ ̑̓̕I̓̀ͮ̏'̶̌m̿ͬ̑̍ͤ ͌͝ḡ͊̃̿ͭ̃o͋͊͑͡iͤͬn̸̉͐̅͆̔̚ğ̾҉ ̛̓̒̈́̽̊t̅̔̌̔o͛́̏ͥ ̿ͧc̸h̨͗̌̃̑ͤa̅ͩ́ͤ̒͐iͪ̀҉nͫͣ͐̋͘ y̷o̸̓̀uͮ̄̄̾ ͤͮͤtͭͧ̈́̅͒͑̚ȏ̵ͥ͐̾̓͂ͪ ͮ͐̒̊ͫ̅̇mͧ̄́y̌̍̽͋ͦ̚ ̶̃̽ͤ̉͒ͪ́s͆i͒ͦͨ̄͐d̸ͩ͆͛̿e̾ͫ̔͢,͐̂͗ͪ̓̈́ ̂̈͏S͋͋ͥ̚a̽̆͒͌̿̾͏nͥ͂́̏ͯ̋͘d̈̃m̎͗̐ͩ͡à͘n̋͌ͥ͛,̓̌ ̿ͪ̅̈̐̆͏a͋̐̈́͑̑͏n̽̃͋̚d̴̉͛̈̀ nͦ̌̃͋̇ͭ͞eͥͣ̓ͦͣv̇ͪ̓ͣ̏̀͏eͩ̀r̨̅ͭ ̽̆͐̍ͮl͡e̅͊̈́ͤ̊͝tͭ̅̾̆͞ ̷͋y̐̈́̏̐̚͞o͡u̒ ͒̐̄҉ģo͘,̛ ̏ͭ̔͗̒a̧͐ͤͦg͊̔͐̿̀̒͌aͯ̒ͯͦ̉̍i̶̾n̷̎.͜"ͣ̅ͫ̍ͬͯ

Patrick fluttered his fingers over the bandage on Pete's neck and his breathing hitched.

"He wants to consume Sandman," He mumbled after a few minutes of silent. Pete felt the ease of the last little while slide away and readied himself for business.

"Did he tell you why?"

"He says Sandman belongs to him. It's like...like a twisted, dark version of how Sandman told me he protected me. Benzedrine thinks Sandman ran away from him, whatever that means, and now he's going to capture him and take him so that he can't ever leave again."

"He can't," Pete shook his head, voice firm and decisive, "Sandman is his own being. Benzedrine can't have him."

"That's what I told him,"
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"̄ͮ͌͆Ĩ͋̑'ͥ̃̆͒̚vͭͮ̌ͯ́ę̂ ̽͒͂ͥͩ͛̚c̴̿̐̐h̄̋̇̋̅͞aͬͪ̌͌́̃͞sͩ͑̐ͧeͮ̏̂̆ͦd͐ ̸̔yͥ҉ou͑̓ͧ̽̓͏ ͣt͊͊͑̃̐h̛rͭͯ̾̇͋̊̆oͫ̎͗̈̐ͤ̀̚ȕ͊ǵͣ͛̇̾hͧͯ͛̄̏ ̡̇́́̽̅̂cͥͬ͆ẽ͐͗̾͛̑ͭ͜n̵̒ͨ̂t̵ͬ̂u̅ͩͪ̾̾̓̏r͑ͭͥi̶ͣ̓̌̑̃ë̓̍͋sͧ,ͯ ̛w̾á̔ͬ̆i͗͐̌t͑i͗̿̐̅̈̐n͗͟g̛̐̃ ͯ̂̉̔͌̅̅͟f̡̏͂̏̃oͥ̀rͥ̈́̒ͥ̚̚͝ ẗ́̈́ͮ͌ͭͧhͥ̓̐͒̊̚͘e͂̓ͮ̈́ͦ̆́ ̨̀̾͂̅d͌ͥ̓ͩ͛ͥ͘ảý̨ͤ̍͂́ ̇̈́Xḯ̀ͭ̉ͩb̂ͫͣ̂̃͋aͤ̿̉lͫ́͠bͩͩ̈a ̓rͬͫͬ̎i̽͆ͥs͆̄ͥ͊̿͠es̓͒̈͊ͮ ̊͂ͯͧaͦ͌̒̔͊g̵ͩ̉a̾̒́ͯi̒̀nͭͮ̿̌͋̐͛͘,̔ ̂̈́̒ͣ͑ͤ̎͡wͤͤ͛ͨ̊́̈́a̒̃͋ͤ̽̄i͗̏̈ͪ̅̑ţͫͤ̽̌̾̍ͭin̓͏g͡ ͧ̀f͌͒ͯͯ̈́̿̚ó̵ͩͮ̍ͥr ̧̂̍t͆ͨhͫͭ̑̃͠e̊ ͌ͯͣͣͣ͊d̴͋͒a̓y̨ ̨̓ͯ͌̇wͤ̎̀̈h͐ͩ̊̅̈́́ę̽̉͒̚nͫͥ͡ ͂ͩ̌Í̃ ̿̑̀ͪ̔́̚c͆͐̊͋͗o̧͋͒̅̿ͭ͂uͫ̑͠l̊̈ḋ̎͑̉ͭ ̆̿̅͋͜f̄͋́i͒͊̆ͥn̂ͧ̈̒d̛̿ ͯ͆ͩy̶ȏ̈́̉͗̐ͧ͡u̴͗ a͑̂̔n̄ͨ͊͛̈ͬ̉͘d͒ͧ̍̐́̍͆̀ m̿ͦ̉̂ͭͤ̾a̸ͣk̏͆ͪ̈́́̔̊͟ęͤ͒̌ ̸ͬ̂͊̇̅̌ỳou͛ͦ̓̇͌ ͣͪ̍ͫͫͨr͛́̾ͥeg̛ͤ̈́͊r͐ē̒͂̅̑͋͛t ̏́͌̔r̓͌̌̊ͭ͝uͫ̓̔n̈́͋̿҉n͑̀̆͂ǐ̈ͤ͆̓̀n͛́g̀̎ ̆a̓ͤ̍͒̅͆wa͐̌̋̿̂yͯ̾ͯ͞ ̵͌̀͒͒̏̒ͭf̌ͮ̈̕r̂̓o̸̍͊ͭͯ͛mͫ̆̍͛̾͑̔ ̛ͭ̏m͟ẻ̉͗.͊̒̄.͜.̄ͩ̂I̢ͩͣ́̉̊̑ ̇́̀͒ẅ́ͣ̔́̊oͥ̍͊ͭͦͦn̊̄̀'ͪͯ̈̈̂̚t̄͌͌ ̄ͣͥ́̀́ͬ͜gĭ͗̌v̢ͭ͋ͤ̓e̍ ͋̾͌̃͛ỷ̑ͭ̑͢o̊̇ͣ͘ùͩͨ̇̀̓͜ ̶̿̓t̀̆́hͨͤ͋eͪ̑͑ ̢͒̍̔͗̌̔́f͌r͌͋ͨ̐̋̎e̋e̴̋̈ͪ͊d͒̒̋̈̓̔͟o͋ͨ̂ͤͬm̧̔ ̧͌͌̍͂tͫͫ̊ͣ̏ơ͂͐͌͑ͮ̚ ̂l̍̋̂̓̌ͣ͜e͋̓̓a͋̋̿̅v̓͌ͥe̛̊ͤ̋ ̡̉͗̑͋̿m̿͑͒ͥͨ͐è̎̑͆̓̑͑͏ ͧaͪ͌ͩ̓̽̓҉g͡a̛̓ͨ̒i̅̒ͦ̈́͞n̋̅̒̊ͪ̽̓͏,͛̏̂̕ ͬ͒ͪSͩ̓͊͑͋͞a̷ņͬͪ̀̑ͩd͏m̑ͨ̉̐ͪ͛ä́̈́ͦͣͯ͆͑n̶͐ͨͧ̓ͩ̽̌.̨͋ ̨̀I̓ ͮ͑aͮ̎̄ͬ̈́ͣͦ͡l̈ͩ̐͂̄ͪͤl̔oͬͯ͐͌̏͐̄wͯͤ̆̇͊̕eͩd̈̋̓ͨͪ̇͝ ̒̑ͦ̾̓̚i͆̀t̿ͦ̊̚ ͂̾͑ͥ̋b͌̈́͊̒ef̽̽̍̐ô͞r̉͐͗̑͆èͧ͘,ͥ̇̔͊ ͊̌͗͑̅͜b̌͌̂̆̓̈ę̓ͫ̌́c̷͒͑̾̇̀aũͪ͊ͫs̷ͩe̷͛̽ͩ͊̑ͭ͒ ͌y͗̋̒̓̚o͑ͬ̍̒͆u̇̈̄ͭ̀̚ ̑̌̓̽̔̍l͌̚i͠kedͨ̌ͯ́̐̂͏ ͂t̢̆͗ͮ̔ḧ́̅̍̽ͤ̿́e͆͂̆̚͘ ̴͆̑̽͋̔ͥḣͦ̌̔̑ͧ͏ú͋̀ma̿͐̋̂n̸ͭs͌ͣ͋͂̒̈̋ á̐̏̾ͬnͩd̶ ̵̍̋͐̽I̍ͮ͛ ̓ͩ̈̀͟w̍̽ͭ͏a̿ͩ̀̃̆͝n̴͌͌̈̋̎͒tͬͫͤě̎̂́̒ͯ҉dͣ̆͝ ̑̈́̉̈y̢͑ͥ̚o͂u͆ͮ͏ ͌̾̒̾̓̎ͤtͤ̄ͭͬ̄͋o͗̈̒̑̓͋ ̢̈́̐ͥ̽͐̔ͧb̉̊͗ēͦ͒ͧ̇ ̒͛̔h͛͗ͦ͒͐̚͠ă͑ͣp͡pͯ̓yͥ̇ͩͯ,̓ͫ ͐̍͒b͌u̶t͋̐̍̊͡ ͨ̃̄̄ͩ̄i̾͜t͒͂̓̕ ̒͊̽͟w͋ͨo̵̚n̿͠'͊̄ͥͣ҉t̡́̀̓ͧ ̈́̂͌ͮ̎ͥ̑h͌͆̇̾͡a͋͂ͣ̄͑̋͝p͋̑ͦͫp̃ͦͭ̄ͦ̔ė̌̄͘nͣ̓͋ ̓͌a̷g̉̓̿a̓ͤ̂ͩͦ͒i̢͛̋̍n̔.ͯ҉ ̑̓̕I̓̀ͮ̏'̶̌m̿ͬ̑̍ͤ ͌͝ḡ͊̃̿ͭ̃o͋͊͑͡iͤͬn̸̉͐̅͆̔̚ğ̾҉ ̛̓̒̈́̽̊t̅̔̌̔o͛́̏ͥ ̿ͧc̸h̨͗̌̃̑ͤa̅ͩ́ͤ̒͐iͪ̀҉nͫͣ͐̋͘ y̷o̸̓̀uͮ̄̄̾ ͤͮͤtͭͧ̈́̅͒͑̚ȏ̵ͥ͐̾̓͂ͪ ͮ͐̒̊ͫ̅̇mͧ̄́y̌̍̽͋ͦ̚ ̶̃̽ͤ̉͒ͪ́s͆i͒ͦͨ̄͐d̸ͩ͆͛̿e̾ͫ̔͢,͐̂͗ͪ̓̈́ ̂̈͏S͋͋ͥ̚a̽̆͒͌̿̾͏nͥ͂́̏ͯ̋͘d̈̃m̎͗̐ͩ͡à͘n̋͌ͥ͛,̓̌ ̿ͪ̅̈̐̆͏a͋̐̈́͑̑͏n̽̃͋̚d̴̉͛̈̀ nͦ̌̃͋̇ͭ͞eͥͣ̓ͦͣv̇ͪ̓ͣ̏̀͏eͩ̀r̨̅ͭ ̽̆͐̍ͮl͡e̅͊̈́ͤ̊͝tͭ̅̾̆͞ ̷͋y̐̈́̏̐̚͞o͡u̒ ͒̐̄҉ģo͘,̛ ̏ͭ̔͗̒a̧͐ͤͦg͊̔͐̿̀̒͌aͯ̒ͯͦ̉̍i̶̾n̷̎.͜"ͣ̅ͫ̍ͬͯ

Patrick fluttered his fingers over the bandage on Pete's neck and his breathing hitched.

"He wants to consume Sandman," He mumbled after a few minutes of silent. Pete felt the ease of the last little while slide away and readied himself for business.

"Did he tell you why?"

"He says Sandman belongs to him. It's like...like a twisted, dark version of how Sandman told me he protected me. Benzedrine thinks Sandman ran away from him, whatever that means, and now he's going to capture him and take him so that he can't ever leave again."

"He can't," Pete shook his head, voice firm and decisive, "Sandman is his own being. Benzedrine can't have him."

"That's what I told him,"
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