You've slid, finally, to the frayed and rotting end of your already short rope. It was only a matter of time, you assure yourself.
Your luck up to this point has been capricious but, at least, loyal.
But it has finally run out.
If you were one to pray, you would pray that at least it's not the culling ditch you end up in.
- Part 1 of Blackbird
In which a blood blue loses his life for a kismesitude unconsummated, Eridan Ampora nearly starts something he'd be bound to regret, and Dave Strider quantifies concupiscent caliginous feelings in human terms.
- Part 2 of Blackbird