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All I can imagine is a guy walking out of his "lair" after his girlfriend (or whoever) stabbed him in the back, literally or metaphorically.
"With blood on my lips, and silver in my hand," he has survived the blow, coughing up blood, and pulled the dagger out.
It's sad but also triumphant. Leaving behind all the bullshit in the lair and walking out into the sun.
All I can imagine is a guy walking out of his "lair" after his girlfriend (or whoever) stabbed him in the back, literally or metaphorically.
"With blood on my lips, and silver in my hand," he has survived the blow, coughing up blood, and pulled the dagger out.
It's sad but also triumphant. Leaving behind all the bullshit in the lair and walking out into the sun.