Again, sorry for the late, and my lack of involvement. I have more and more pain in my wrist and lower back. I’ll have to go to the hospital, so I hope I can continue the inktober adventure until the end.
Amadeo: Just bring the master to me.
Riccardo: Well, he locked himself in the bedroom and I doubt he’ll want to speak with anyone.
Amadeo: Just tell him I said something.
Riccardo: Said what?
Amadeo: Anything factually inaccurate.
*two minutes later*
Marius to Amadeo: ‘The sky is blue because it’s reflecting the color of the ocean’?!
“Don’t do this, they’re innocent. Don’t kill them. Don’t.” No matter how loud I cried out I could hear the dying cries of the boys who burned, Amadeo, save us, whether there were words to the final terror or no. Finally all the living took up this chant. “Amadeo, save us!” but their band was not halved and soon only a fourth remained, squirming and struggling, as they were finally heaved up to the unspeakable death. […] I called their names. At the top of my lungs, I called out: “In Heaven, my brothers, in Heaven, you go into the arms of God!” – tVA p.273
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