[The smell seems stronger than last time. Christopher allows himself to accept the strange lightheadedness, the way his mind elides and glances past thoughts he needs not have, the complete lack of will and desire. Serve, obey, please. What other thought is there in the world? The chemicals in his lungs are the chemicals that gave him existence, and he is happy to breathe them again.]

[Christopher sets the boxes before Huey and bows. He speaks with the serene joy of one who has acted in the service of their God.] As I didn't know what organs you wanted, I brought them all. There wasn't really much left to dispose of in the end. [He laughs warmly.]