Chapter Twenty: Chemical Animal
"Experience demands that man is the only animal, that devours his own kind, for I can apply no milder term for the general prey of the rich on the poor." -Thomas Jefferson There is something at the back of mind. Anger. Resentment. Fear. Something feral that I cannot repress. It's not a new feeling. It's a feeling that I have been vaguely familiar with since the first time I died, and by now, I don't know what it's like to live with out the itch of a feral instinct in the back of my mind. It never affected me before, it was always so easy to control and to completely ignore that I hadn't even thought about it in years. But now the tickle of animal behavior feels more like a rash spreading through my thoughts. I scratch at the back of my scalp as I squat next to Kern in an abandoned wareh
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