[ At first it doesn't seem as if the spindle is any different from the bullets or the daggers, plunging into the child's chest with little response from it. It even laughs, along with all the rest of the sleepers, the sound echoing through the castle. ]
I told you. You can't hurt me now. I've grown much too strong.
[ Talking big, when its skin start to crumple and shrink into itself as if its flesh has disappeared to make way for skin and bones and then dust. Its nearly severed arm is the first to go, falling onto the floor without a sound as it scatters like dust. It all happens too fast for it to even make a protest, its body receding and falling apart into dust and cobwebs and white brittle hair.
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I told you. You can't hurt me now. I've grown much too strong.
[ Talking big, when its skin start to crumple and shrink into itself as if its flesh has disappeared to make way for skin and bones and then dust. Its nearly severed arm is the first to go, falling onto the floor without a sound as it scatters like dust. It all happens too fast for it to even make a protest, its body receding and falling apart into dust and cobwebs and white brittle hair.
Is it over? ]