[Unfortunately, Victor is not entirely astute, nor is he focused beyond the small pale line that perfectly crosses Roman's neck as those words hit him. He forgot that? His ultimate dream, his fantasy? Maybe Roman will do it again, choke him slowly for a day and a half, and then string him up by his guts-]
How am I not dead then? [He asks, breathless.] How am I here then?
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How am I not dead then? [He asks, breathless.] How am I here then?