(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"I-" I licked my cracked lips, hoping that appealing to his pyromania would
calm him, "I wished to speak more of flames and burning, Ignus..."
"Flamessss...?" Ignus' voice crackled, as if in interest. "Sssss'peak... Ignusss
will lisssten..."
"What were you doing in the Smoldering Corpse Bar?"
For a moment, I didn't think Ignus had heard me, when suddenly the fires in
his eyes dimmed slightly, and he gave a soft hiss, cinders and ash dancing at
the edges of his jaw. "Ignusss... once... knew NOTHING of flamessss..."
"Yes?"
"Once... Ignussss knew NOTHING of flamessss... he ssset ssssmall firesss, tiny
flamesss, tiny flickeringssss... sssmall bitsss of flame..." Ignus hissed again,
ashes and fiery motes drifting from the ruin of his mouth. "The firessss
grew... Ignussss ssset firessss in their streetssss... and lit the firessss of anger
in their heartssss..."
"Yes?"
I spoke, but Ignus didn't seem to hear me... he seemed to be somewhere
else, as if re-living a memory through his words... against my will, I stopped
to listen.
"They sssought to punisssh Ignus, the ssmall fliesss from the Hive. They
wissshed to sssee Ignusss BURNNN after Ignusss ssset fire to their
ssstreets... tiny magelingsss, hedge wizzardsss, runecasterssss... tiny
ssss'parks of magic came to PUNISSSSH Ignusss for hurting their loved
onessss... they sssentenced Ignusssss to BURNNNN, made Ignussss a TORCH,
a sssspitting FLAME, burning, burning...
It wassss JUSSSTICE, they sssaid..."
"Jusss'tice..." I watched, mesmerized, as Ignus began slowly turning again, as
he did above the grill in the Smoldering Corpse. "...but it was not a
sssentence... there is ssoooo much flamessss and painnn that there issss NO
pain... there issss LIGHT, and HEAT, and the flesssh runsss as TALLOW
acrossss my bonessss... and for the firssst time... Ignussss issss
PLEASSSSED..."
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