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The Lamb blows a raspberry. “It wasn’t gruesome, it was just…slow. And painful.” Ah. No, wait. They bring it up now because it happened here. “I remember.” Black eyes dart to him. “You do? “Of course I do. You came to my domain soaked. You stunk of wet wool.” They had been covered in algae. A lily pad stem was still wrapped around their foot before it rotted away in the Land of the Dead. They coughed up not black sludge or blood, but murky water until their lungs expelled it all. There was no wound for him to heal. No alleviating of the pain he could provide until the process passed. He could simply just stare as the lamb shivered before him.

A comic scene from a memory from The Rehabilitation of Death, and a comic for a scene I'm writing for a future chapter.