A mirror image, literally. In the years between, I had grown older, and, although he hadn’t aged, he’d changed in other ways, his features growing somehow more harmonious, until there was a kind of otherworldly beauty there. This was a fragment of a god, when all was said and done, and while the parent had been vast and brutal and half animal, it seemed the creature who now stood before me had absorbed a far more human view of godhood, a notion of perfection taken, as it may be, from my own unconscious mind. This god-man, this Christ, this Dionysus, this Hercules . . . this killer, who sustained himself on death, who drained the life from living things, leaving just a husk behind . . . “I thought it might be you,” I said. “You heard us, didn’t you? You heard us talking.” “That’s one thing did it, yeah.” “Careless of me. Foolish, even. Yet I so much wanted to see you, Chris, to spend a little time there, in your presence.
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