#tsv 12

[tsvwords]

My flesh for your teeth.

— Chapter 12: And To Fight Is Just To Choke.

[catwyk]

the silt verses chapter 12 // the silt verses 43

[murderandcoffee]

I’m sorry, did they just say “prostate yourself” instead of “prostrate yourself” in the episode of the silt verses I’m listening to?? did I hear that correctly???

[theboombutton]

FUCK

Paige and Carpenter never talked about Vaughan

[tsvwords]

My parents were dragged in shackles to the Saint’s hydroelectric dam, a year after I was born.

They were dragged there, they were sentenced, and they were tossed off the side into the churning waters, and the last words they ever heard were that they were to be devoured by something they did not understand.

Because the dam was new and unconsecrated, and a god must feed, and these false-faith renegades from deep in the fens made for the easiest sacrifices.

I will not hear that the world is a better place than it was, because now there’s process.

I won’t, and I can’t.

— Chapter 12: And To Fight Is Just To Choke.

[tsvwords]

I used to be very much like you, Faulkner. I was young and I was fervent, and I thought I’d been chosen by the Trawler-man to accomplish great and terrible things. To reshape the face of the world.

— Chapter 12: And To Fight Is Just To Choke.

[tsvwords]

I…honestly don’t know if I can go back home, Faulkner. I wasn’t happy with my life when I left it. I still don’t think I’m happy with it. I try to think about stepping back into my own shoes, heading back to the office and picking everything up where it was left off…and I just can’t see it. It’s like standing on a cliff edge. Willing yourself to take a step.

— Chapter 12: And To Fight Is Just To Choke.

[tsvwords]

I read about something once, that I liked. During the last war, between your nation and ours.

This was pre-regulation, of course, when they were rolling out the new gods, the chemical gods and the heaving iron Cormorants and the propaganda gods that were dropped onto cities from above, and the entire landscape was choking in faith, and nothing could be trusted not to shift.

And when the soldiers met each other in the desperate and violated places, and did not want to fight, they wouldn’t dare speak the name of any god in their greetings or their goodbyes, in case they called something down upon themselves.

So instead, one of them would say,

‘May your peace find you on a lonely road.’

And the other one would say,

‘May your peace walk on with you for a while.’

— Chapter 12: And To Fight Is Just To Choke.