Whaling Man: Retrieval Of Cancer

In case there is no hope left there is still a little repercussion left inside that tramp. Let her see what she wants at first, then take it away. Take it, never give it back and realize how it affects her. She will break down into her essential parts, growing, lactating but most importantly breathing.

Just after this is all over, justicars impale dry wilting bones. They snap. Crack. The sound echoing throughout ones spine making them hallucinate about their loved ones. As they follow through they learn to accept that what they have loved is trapped within themselves. Tearing their clothes off in a fit of rage in hopes to rescue them only leaves what many would find amplified. Cells, nails, swans, nuts an interesting feat who unwillingly knew such a thing.