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The ampoules are lined up like soldiers. Like bullets. Like bodies. Six clear vials, the last of Levi’s stash. In a single decisive move, he stomps down, crushing the vials and scattering their contents. There is a pathetic part of him that wants to lick up the exposed powder, glass shards be damned. Levi suppresses it. It’s over. He’s free.
Now, the plan is to get on the train to Prehevil, hide out in the woods until the withdrawal ends, and then get to work: digging ditches, killing rats, burying bodies—anything, really. Then an apartment, furniture, maybe even a partner?
The horrors are over. He has a clean slate.