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- Grief and references to past trauma
- Stereo audio (audio which sounds different in each headphone)
- Distorted vocal effects (echoing, heavy reverberation)
- Thunder
- Mentions of cannibalism
- Acts of violence, including self-inflicted violence
- Discussion of deaths, both immediately recent and historically recent
- Sounds of emotional distress (crying, gasping breaths)
- Characters in negative headspaces talking negatively about themselves
Transcript
We are all descendants of stars and dirt, and our veins are full of blood and metal. Welcome back to Spirit Box Radio.
[INTRO MUSIC]
Hello, faithful listeners. It has been a rough week. I’ve barely spoken to anyone except the cats, really. I’ve had to limit use of the forums because all anyone seems to be able to talk about is the library, and… yeah. That’s fair, of course it’s fair, it’s this huge monolithic thing right in the middle of you all, of course you want to talk about it, but. I won’t let anyone get near it until we know it’s safe. And I don’t know that we’ll ever know it’s safe.
Ideally I’d look inside myself, but… accessing arcane spaces is difficult and seemingly random. They show themselves when they want to. I’ve never been inside the forums, not like the ghosts who are a part of them are immersed in them, anyway. So I’d need to work out how to do that, and then, how to get inside the library itself. But. We’ll see. I’m sure there’s a way. I just haven’t figured it out yet.
Oliver knows something is up, and… well. I don’t know. He’s been strange and distant. It’s like he was in the beginning, when everything was so confusing and strange. I haven’t seen him like this since before I commanded him back after he ran away from Scourge, and. I won’t command him. And I won’t command Indi and Kitty back, or Anna to speak to me or Julius to look into the Library, or– or anyone. I won’t command anyone. That’s not how I am. That’s not what I am. That’s the Man in the Flat Cap’s game. It’s not what I want to be. I won’t do it.
And as for just asking without putting any power behind it, well. How. How would I ask?
No. It’s better that they don’t know. It’s better that they don’t come.
It’s probably better that Oliver’s been out of the flat so much, too.
It’s better this way.
It’s my problem. I need to figure out how to deal with it on my own.
[SAM SIGHS]
I– I know it’s self indulgent, Faithful Listeners, but I always feel so much more together when I’m on the air so I thought maybe I would do some tarot pulls for myself whilst we’re here. I’ve not been on the forums, like I said, so I won’t be reading for anyone else, but. That’s okay, isn’t it? Just a little minute where I do this for myself. I don’t know why I always feel better when the show is live, but. Somehow I feel like. I don’t know. Maybe there’s a better chance of this making sense whilst we’re live.
I’m going to do a two card cross, I think. That feels like the most appropriate option right now. For this spread what you do is draw two cards and lay one vertical and the other horizontal across the bottom. The first, vertical card represents the situation you’re in, and the second, horizontal card represents the nature of the challenges you face regarding it. I want to find out how to best move forward right now, so this feels like the right option, bearing in mind I’ve never had much of a knack for this and
[LITTLE SIGH]
Okay. I’ll tap the deck three times.
[TAP TAP TAP]
Blow on them.
[SAM BLOWS ON THE CARDS]
And shuffle them, too. Three times cleansed. Here we go.
[SAM SHUFFLES THE CARDS AND THEY SLIP AND SLIDE OVER ONE ANOTHER]
Let’s see. My situation is… Death. Well, that figures and…
[SAM SHUFFLES THE CARDS AND THEY SLIP AND SLIDE OVER ONE ANOTHER]
The nature of the challenges is the Tower. Destruction and chaos. Well. Hahaaaa. Great, love that, love that thank you, okay.
True Arcanist Deck.
[DRAWER RATTLES OPEN]
Lets see what you have to say about this.
[SAM TAPS, BLOWS ON AND SHUFFLES THE CARDS]
And I’ve drawn… my card, the skull in the crown. Well that’s no bloody help, is it.
[A WEIRD, WOBBLY, SQUEAKY SOUND]
[SAM TAPS, BLOWS ON AND SHUFFLES THE CARDS]
Me, again!? For crying out loud.
[SAM TAPS, BLOWS ON AND SHUFFLES THE CARDS]
And again!? Right, that is it.
[SAM THROWS THE CARDS ON THE GROUND, THEY SOUND ALMOST LIKE WATER]
Where’s the bloody… lighter. Aha! There we go.
[SAM FLICKS THE LIGHTER]
[FLAME WHOOSHES]
Aaah ahahahaa, how’d you like that!? HA!
[ARCANE SHIMMERS]
Wait, what? Stop burning, stop.
[WEIRD SOUND FALLS AWAY, BUT THE ARCANE SHIMMERING GETS LOUDER]
[FLAMES STOP]
[ARCANE SHIMMERS]
Scarcity’s card.
[ARCANE SHIMMERS]
[SAM GASPS]
SAM: B. It’s B. Someone’s found him.
[ARCANE THREADS SHIMMER]
I know where he is.
[STATIC STARTS, THEN FADES]
Wait.
[A DRAWER OPENS]
Bliss’ knife.
I– I might need this.
Don’t look at me like that, Cosmo. Don’t.
[SPIRIT BOX SKIPPING]
[WIND WHIPS VIOLENTLY]
SAM: Ah! Bathsheba, where are we?
[WIND CONTINUES TO HOWL]
[SCARCITY’S VOICE MOVES BACK AND FORTH, AND IS SLIGHTLY ETHEREALLY ECHOIC]
SCARCITY: A mountainside, in the middle of nowhere.
SAM: Scarcity. I should have known.
SCARCITY: When people come to execute my disciples, I make a point of showing up.
SAM: Happen often, then?
SCARCITY: No.
SAM: Well. By all means stick around. I’m not going to execute him though so it’ll probably be a bit of a let down.
SCARCITY: As you wish.
SAM: As I wish? What I wish is to be left alone, actually. I’d rather you weren’t here. I’d rather I not be doing this at all.
SCARCITY: All things have their time.
SAM: Yeah. I suppose he’s in that cabin.
SCARCITY: I suppose.
SAM: It’ll be the first time he’s met you, won’t it? His god. He probably won’t even mind that he’s going to die.
SCARCITY: I thought you said you weren’t going to kill him.
SAM: I’m not.
[DOOR CREAKS]
[WIND FADES A LITTLE]
[B IS HUMMING TUNELESSLY AS A POT BUBBLES, A SPOON SCRAPING ALONG THE BOTTOM]
SAM: I hope there are no people in that.
[B MAKES A SOUND OF ALARM]
B: Wh– you.
SAM: Me. Scarcity? Oh. She’s gone. Denying you a glimpse, even now.
B: Scarcity? She’s watching?
SAM: Oh, she’s always watching, B.
B: I– I’m sorry. I just tried to please them. It’s all I wanted to do, I swear, I–
SAM: You think not questioning orders grants you some kind of absolution? That just makes you even more pathetic, honestly. It’s been almost a year, B. Have you had no time to consider what you’ve done? Have you not had chance to try to atone?
B: I went away, I left, I–
SAM: You ran. You coward.
B: No–
SAM: Those people trusted you to do right by them and you failed them, and then you kept failing them with every day of silence. Every day where you refused to apologise. Where you refused to even try to make things right.
B: I don’t know how. I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m pathetic. I was so wrong. I hurt all those people.
SAM: You killed all those people. People who trusted you. Who put their faith in you. Who believed in you.
B: They never believed in me! They believed in the Redistribution, that’s why were all there, I was lied to, I was wrong.
SAM: You lied!
B: I’m sorry.
SAM: They came to you afraid. You promised them everything. And you killed them. You killed so many innocent people.
B: I know. I know I did.
SAM: Do you remember this knife? It belonged to someone who meant a lot to me. Who spent a lot of time growing and changing. She’s dead now. But this was her knife. Do you know her name?
B: N– no.
SAM: Bliss. You know what it used to be, though?
B: What?
SAM: Ignorance. She killed me with this knife, you know.
B: But, you’re not dead.
SAM: Not anymore, no. Never seems to stick with me. That’s the thing, you see, about Bliss, about Oliver, about all the Major Arcane. They used to be something else. They used to be someone else. But I wasn’t. I was only ever myself.
B: I really don’t know what you’re talking about.
[THE KNIFE HITS A TABLE WITH A THUD]
SAM: Tell me why you did it.
B: Did what?
SAM: Killed Maria. Killed anyone. Started the Scarcemongers, worshipped Scarcity.
B: I didn’t start the Scarcemongers, they were there before I came, I just– I just saw the– the prophecy for what it was.
SAM: The prophecy about the Redistribution?
B: Yes, I’m an Arcanist, and my wife was too, before she– she died, and I– I. I took her notes and she’d written so much about the Redistribution and I understood how it would work, because I had been researching Scarcity in all her glory since I was a little boy. So the pieces had to fit, you see, they came together, it made sense.
SAM: How did it make sense?
B: It– it just did.
SAM: That is not an answer.
B: I– I’m sorry, I’m trying to–
SAM: Not hard enough! Tell me why you did it! Make me understand!
B: I was scared, I was trying to– to make sense of it because it’s so clear, the End is coming and I–
SAM: Try harder!
B: I don’t know anymore! I used to know for certain! I thought I knew what– how– I don’t want to die, please. Please. I just don’t want to die.
SAM: Don’t you think this is exactly how they felt? All those people you betrayed?
B: Yes, I do, please, don’t kill me, I’m sorry.
SAM: You’re sorry!? You think I care if you’re sorry?! You are an empty husk of a man and your threads serve the universe better if they are frayed. You’re nothing, you are nothing.
[THE SOUND OF SAM’S MAGIC PEAKS, THEN BEGINS TO FALL AWAY]
[THERE IS A THUD]
[THE STUFF IN THE POT BUBBLES]
SCARCITY: Oh, that was beautiful, Heir Apparent. Just beautiful.
[QUIET WHEEZING BREATHS]
SAM: Wait– B? B? He– he still has a pulse– I–
SCARCITY: The lights are on, but nobody’s home.
[SCARCITY’S VOICE MOVES BACK AND FORTH, AND IS SLIGHTLY ETHEREALLY ECHOIC]
SAM: I didn’t. I didn’t.
SCARCITY: The wheel is spinning but the hamster is very, very dead.
SAM: What have I done?
SCARCITY: You gave him what he wanted. Exactly what he wanted. He has been Redistributed.
SAM: I– I–
SCARCITY: You plucked the strands of each thread of his soul apart and let them fall into the universe like rain drops into the ocean.
SAM: But he’s alive! He is ALIVE.
SCARCITY: Physically. For now.
SAM: I– I k-killed him. I’ve killed him.
SCARCITY: And so much less, and so much more.
SAM: No, no, no. I didn’t mean for this to happen. B. Please.
SCARCITY: Of course you meant for this to happen. This was your intention, made real.
SAM: I can’t– B. Wake up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
SCARCITY: There is plasticity in Death, Samael, but this is more than death. This is an unmaking. As true an end as there can be whilst there is still a universe.
SAM: What have I done?
SCARCITY: What you are meant to do.
SAM: No! No. I’m not meant for this, I’m meant for more than this. I’m not bad, I’m not. I can’t be all bad. I’m sorry, damn it, I said I was sorry! What more– how– how can I fix this?!
[STATIC, SPIRIT BOX SOUNDS]
[THE ARCANE SHIMMERS]
SAM: It was an accident. It was. I didn’t mean to do that. It was a mistake. no. Not a mistake, an accident, I’m not– I’m not that, I’m not that, I can STOP THIS. I can SAY NO. I can change things, I can fix them. I can– I can do something good, I can, I CAN. There is another way, I can still make this right without… without–
I can hear the trembling pulse beneath all things. I can see the place the threads all come from. I can hear the voices on the wind. They call me to come closer. But it’s not–
I’m not bad, I didn’t mean to hurt him, I didn’t kill him, I didn’t hurt him. It was an accident, it was just an accident.
I– it’s. I can. I know how it works I understand the pieces of this, I know it, I see it, it hears me when I speak, and I can make this right.
[SAM’S MAGIC RISES]
SAM: I will make something good. I will.
[STONE AND DIRT SHIFTING]
SAM: Please. What was it Oliver said? Flowers. He wanted flowers.
[STRANGE WRIGGLING SOUNDS]
SAM: Beautiful, beautiful, you see!? YOU SEE?! I’m not just that, I’m not, I can make more than endings, I can, I CAN.
I can make soft beds and wooden tables and kitchen cabinets and warm blankets and. This. I can make this. I can. I can. For love. And love is. It’s Oliver. He is Love, that’s what the Man in the Flat Cap made him, that’s— and we’re not. It’s not grief we make because I’m not the End I’m NOT THE END. Because I can be–
I can’t be the end because I’m too scared.
I’m too scared.
The End wouldn’t be scared. If it was— if I was meant to end the world I can’t– I wouldn’t be scared! Maria Gillespie wasn’t scared, she wasn’t afraid of this, she– she was wrong about herself but she was so sure she was right and I think that’s what it would be like, wouldn’t it, if I was the end of the— I’d know it I was, if I was the end I’d know it, I would, because I’d feel it– I wouldn’t just—
I wouldn’t fear it like this.
The End of the world couldn’t make something like this, could they? With–
[SAM’S MAGIC HUMS]
All the ingredients for Oliver’s favourite pancakes, and–
[ARCANE SHIMMERS]
More syrup than he could eat in a year.
I. I’m good, aren’t I good, I can be good.
Yes. This is a good thing. A nice thing.
Faithful Listeners, wait here, I’m going to get Oliver.
[STATIC/SPIRIT BOX SOUNDS]
[DISTANTLY, A DOG BARKS, GETTING LOUDER AND LOUDER]
[STATIC/SPIRIT BOX SOUNDS]
SAM: Oh keep your eyes shut! Just let me– There! Okay, you can open your eyes now.
OLIVER: Sam. What is this?
SAM: Yours. Or, well. Ours.
OLIVER: This is the cottage. The one I was talking to you about.
SAM: I hope it’s alright.
OLIVER: Sam it– it’s perfect. How did you find it?
SAM: I don’t know, I just sort of made it.
OLIVER: What do you mean?
SAM: I just did it.
OLIVER: But. What? From what?
SAM: Nothing. Or, you know. Everything.
OLIVER: Sam, this is…
SAM: You don’t like it?
OLIVER: No, I– I do, it’s just–
SAM: I can change anything you want. Anything! Just tell me and I can fix it.
OLIVER: Sam. This wasn’t. [OLIVER SIGHS] This was just a daydream. Jack and I– I never…
SAM: You don’t really want to live in a cottage surrounded by flowers?
OLIVER: No. Well. Yes, of course I do. But I thought we’d. I didn’t think you’d just pluck it from thin air.
SAM: You wanted to… build it yourself?
OLIVER: No, it. Sam. You just made this, with nothing, just an idea, and you made it real, that, I think— It’s not how it works, not arcanism, not witchcraft, not magic in any sense I’ve ever known, this is–
SAM: It’s mine, it’s ours. Yours. What? Why are you looking at me like that?
OLIVER: You’re scaring me.
SAM: No– it. This is good! I’m good! I’m not scaring you.
OLIVER: Yes you are.
[SAM LAUGHS IN DISBELIEF BETWEEN WORDS]
SAM: No, no. That’s not– I’m not scaring you. This what you w– Isn’t this what you wanted?
OLIVER: Yes, it is, and you’ve just constructed it, and you didn’t even ask, you just–
SAM: It’s a gift, it– it’s a good thing, it’s a nice thing.
OLIVER: It’s an arcane construct of a cottage, that constitutes a little more than the average birthday present.
SAM: You’re worried it’s going to go wrong, like the house at Banemouth Road. Well, don’t worry, Oliver, it’s all going to be fine. I know what I’m doing now. It’s fine! I understand how it all works.
OLIVER: How all of what works?
SAM: The trembling pulse at the centre of the universe.
OLIVER: What are you talking about?!
SAM: Can’t you just be grateful? Can’t you just thank me and be happy!?
OLIVER: No!
SAM: Why!?
OLIVER: Because this is— It’s not right, Sam. You shouldn’t be able to do this. It shouldn’t be possible.
SAM: Who says I shouldn’t be able to do it? Why not? You want it, you can have it. I can give you anything you want. Anything is possible. It’s all just dust and string. Twist it the right way you can make it into any shape you like.
OLIVER: Sam! No!
SAM: Do not tell me what to do.
OLIVER: I just meant—
SAM: Just— DON’T. I’m trying my BEST, isn’t that enough!?
OLIVER: This is not your best.
[THE RISING TREMBLING HUM OF MAGIC FALTERS AND FALLS AWAY, BUT NOT ENTIRELY]
SAM: What– what do you mean?
OLIVER: I’ve seen you at your best and it’s not this.
SAM: [HURT] Oliver.
OLIVER: Sam. I think. I.
SAM: You think what?
OLIVER: I’ve been too hard on you.
SAM: What are you talking about?
OLIVER: I’m sorry. I’ve been selfish. I… it was a dream. All of it, it was a dream. But it’s not right. I knew I shouldn’t have let it happen. It’s not right.
SAM: Oliver. Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say. Not now. You can’t.
OLIVER: [deep breath] Sam.
SAM: Don’t ask me not to make this difficult. It’s difficult! It should be difficult.
OLIVER: No, it shouldn’t.
SAM: Oliver, don’t. I love you.
OLIVER: [HIS VOICE TREMBLING] And I love you, so much. You know I love you. Four hundred years, I swore I’d never love again. And yet here I am.
SAM: No, Oliver. Please. I’m trying to–
OLIVER: Just listen! [calming breath] Just listen a minute. I knew the moment you walked in. I knew it the moment I saw you.
SAM: [snappily] That I’m a monster?
OLIVER: [still calm] No, you’re not a monster. You’re a good man. I knew you were powerful. But the reason I knew it would come to you being. That you were. Death? The End of it all?
[OLIVER LAUGHS SADLY]
I don’t know. But I knew because I knew the moment you walked into my shop that I loved you.
SAM: [voice breaking] Oliver.
OLIVER: I don’t want to do this–
SAM: Then don’t!
OLIVER: I was so selfish that day. I knew what would happen and I still let you come back. I let you get close. I let you love me too. I didn’t need to do that.
SAM: [crying] I’m glad you did.
OLIVER: But I can’t be selfish any longer. I can’t. I can’t let you die like. Like Jimmy died. Because of my selfishness.
SAM: This is selfish, this that you’re doing now, can’t you see that I’m trying to fix things? Don’t leave me, not now. There are other options here, don’t go! Not when–
OLIVER: But I have to, Sam. Don’t you see? All this time, everyone has been blaming you for not making this decision, waiting for you to throw the crown away. But you shouldn’t have to make that call. Because how could you?. So you won’t. Because I’m going to stop being selfish now.
SAM: Oliver.
OLIVER: I love you too much.
SAM: Oliver. Please I love you. No, no.
OLIVER: I have to go.
SAM: Oliver, no
[OLIVER’S STATIC]
SAM: OLIVER, COME BACK. OLIVER. OLIVER PLEASE.
[SAM SOBS]
I WASN’T GOING TO DO IT. I COULDN’T I CAN’T. I’m not even a very good monster. I—
Oh, gods, no. I made another ending. I–
I have to stop. I have to stop all of this. I have to fix it all before– before endings are all that are left.
No, no, don’t let it be like this, Oliver. You can’t let it be like this, please, don’t. Come back, please just come back. Oliver!
[SAM’S MAGIC RISES, HIS VOICE REVERBERATES]
SERVANT OF THE ARCANE I DEMAND YOU STEP BEFORE ME, BY MY RIGHTS AS THE PRINCE OF THE BLOOD ROSE AND BARBED WIRE CROWN, LORD OF THIS FRESH HELL AND IT’S DOMINIONS, I COMMAND YOU TO— !!
[THE MAGIC AND THE REVERBERATION FALLS AWAY]
I– I can’t.
[SOUNDS FALL AWAY]
Oliver, I–
I’m so sorry.
[SCOURGE’S VOICE BEGINS QUIETER, REVERBERANT, BUT THIS FADES QUICKLY. HIS VOICE MOVES BACK AND FORTH, AND IS SLIGHTLY ETHEREALLY ECHOIC]
SCOURGE: Oh, Little Bit. I wondered what the racket was.
SAM: He’s gone.
SCOURGE: Who, that nasty old witch?
SAM: I love him.
SCOURGE: Hush now, it’s going to be alright.
SAM: I didn’t mean to– I didn’t. I didn’t meant to. Please. I’m so sorry.
SCOURGE: That’s humans. He may have lived longer than most but that’s what he is, Little Bit. He’s a human. They’re fickle. They’re foolish. They’re blind.
SAM: He said he was trying to help.
SCOURGE: How presumptuous of him. You don’t need anybody else. You’re the most powerful being that’s ever walked the earth.
SAM: I don’t want to be alone.
SCOURGE: You’re not alone. I’m here, aren’t I?
SAM: I should— Kitty, Anna. I—
SCOURGE: They’re both far, far away by now, remember?
SAM: You’re right. You were right. When you said they’d leave me. You were right. They don’t understand. They thought this was a simple decision but it wasn’t. It never was. They don’t understand. It’s my fault. All of it is my fault. M’s dead. Oliver’s gone. I– I turned my sister into a Major Arcana! I ruin everything I touch. But.
SCOURGE: You just tried to be something you’re not. All of those knots can be undone. You have that power. You can feel it, can’t you?
SAM: I– I have to make it right. I have to make it all right. And Oliver can be happy and Kitty can be okay and everything will be alright. I can fix this. I can fix this.
SCOURGE: Come on, Sam, you’re so close now, you must be able to taste it–
SAM: ENOUGH!!! I am not doing this your way or His way or ANYBODY ELSE’S WAY but MINE, you HEAR ME? MINE. I’m Heir Apparent, NOT you, are you listening?
SCOURGE: Intently.
SAM: I have a plan! It does not have to end here. There is another way, there is something else I can do because I– I’m the gift and the price. I can FIX THIS. But. I’m not. I need— Scarcity, I see what I have and I know it’s all I have, and all I ever will have. I know it. .
Strife. Half the threads that bind me to ANYONE are filled with violence and hate, it’s what pulls us onwards, it’s what stays the course.
Scourge. You’re a blight on me and everything, and there are frayed ends between us all you pick and pare to nothing and until the thread snaps.
And all of you are nothing but the steps towards the end. You are all just part of death. You’re all just part of me.
SCOURGE: Samael, think about what it is you’re doing.
[ARCANE THREADS SHIMMERING, THE WHISPERING RISES]
SAM: All you are is a part of me, a part of this.
SCOURGE: This is not the plan, this is not the plan!
SAM: You have no choice, you’re with me and against me, you’re everywhere and nowhere. You’re everything and NOTHING.
[A RUSH OF SOUND RISES AND PEAKS, FALLING AWAY WITH A RUSH, LEAVING BEHIND ONLY THE SHIMMER OF THE ARCANE AND CREAKING WOOD]
[SAM’S VOICE MOVES BACK AND FORTH, AND IS SLIGHTLY ETHEREALLY ECHOIC]
SAM: Ughhhh. I have to– mmmmmnnnnhhhh. So much of them. So much. Of the arcane. Gods. I can hear– I can feel– I– I– there’s so much.
There’s so much.
But I have to do this. I can’t stop now. It’s the only way. I have to fix this before I ruin everything. I can fix this. I can. White door! Take me to the crown.
[THE DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
[SAM STEPS THROUGH]
[WIND TREMBLES THROUGH GRASS]
SAM: It’s okay, I’m going to fix it. Mmmnnhh.
The door has always been open, since before I was born. I just need to walk through and it will all come to an end and you will have everything you want. But I don’t want that.
I can’t walk through the door if there is no door.
There can’t be a door if there is no house.
I’m going to fix it.
Mmmmnnhhh.
[DISTANTLY A VOICE ON THE WIND WHISPERS ‘SAMAEL’]
Shut up!
I can’t walk through the door if there is no door. There can’t be a door if there is no house. There cannot be a house if there is no me.
[THERE IS A DEEP RUMBLE AFTER SAM’S WORDS, LIKE THE UNIVERSE ITSELF IS SHAKING]
I was born here. I will end here.
[SAM CLIMBS THE STAIRS]
Mmmmnnmmhh.
[VOICES WHISPER IN LATIN AND ENGLISH, PHRASES OVERLAPPING, ALMOST INDECIPHERABLE]
I can fix this, it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay. I’m going to make it right. I’m going to make it all okay. I’m going to make everyone happy. I’m going to make everything right. I’m going to fix it.
This crown is my crown and I will do what ever I want with it.
I’m the gift, and the price. The gift, and the price.
This house, this Impossible House. It is my altar and my self. These words are my sermon.
I’m the lamb and the knife, the key and the lock, the call and the answer. The gift and the price.
The gift, I give to you now, and the price is paid in blood.
My blood.
[WET THWACK, DRIPPING]
[SAM MAKES A SMALL SOUND OF PAIN]
[SPIRIT BOX SKIPPING, FASTER THAN WE’VE EVER HEARD AND THEN—]
[STATIC]
[END]
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