It’s all Mary Robinette Kowal’s fault

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February 13th, 2010

After sex, she scratched her initials on his chest. “You’re mine now,” she whispered. “Forever?” he asked. She grinned. “Go get your knife.”

Through the steamy intensity of the kiss, he briefly wondered if nanites could be passed through saliva. Then he found out.

Reality ended, but he went on, forever cloaked in guilt and shame. Memories were his only companions, of the love and light he destroyed.