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She has chosen to share her heart for reasons not to do with love, nor passion, nor sweetness. Her mind is a mystery. For it to be a matter of pride to share that organ, which she deems to be pure and impure at once. It is true that it is beyond value, it beat with mine in the womb. It came into being with her, with me, in our first home. Of course I consider my own entitlement to this to be fair and horrendous at once. Why should I claim what is not given freely? How can she not see that the very act of considering this vital part as victuals is something... unspeakable? I too seek novelties after long years, but never could I conceive of eating such untoward fare.
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Her heart will be mine, by her own gift. I shall find some way to preserve it, to keep it always. And I shall bring lengths of chain to give the villain a moment’s warning to defend himself, should it become necessary. What remains to ponder is whether or not to bring my saber, or to walk with my knife in my boot as I usually do. No weapon would be needed to dispense with him, but a declaration of intention has value.