[Schuldig returns one, as sharp and biting as a knife into flesh - of himself standing, bloody, over Keane's corpse. It's clearly a symbolic image only, meant merely to illustrate a concept, but it carries a weight like lead, pressing itself indelibly into Farfarello's mind. And, more than that, an impression of something cut off, sheared off viciously and abruptly. Of something ended and meant to stay ended.]
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