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The thought of telling anyone his monster’s name - of that incredible intimacy, that pang of truth, the knowledge that another human being knows the name of your soul - it’s horrible to contemplate. It’s like standing at the edge of a precipice and deciding to jump.
People, as a rule, tend not to jump.
This is really super painful and absolutely worth it. Daemon au. Lams and then kinda-Hamburr. Character death!!!









