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"Did you ever really love me?"
Daniel looked up from the robin pinned to the table, lifting the scalpel from where it had almost pierced through its breast.
"What?"
Jasper didn't answer, eyes glued to the pencil held loosely between his fingers.
"...No. You were just an easy target, I suppose."
Jasper gripped the pencil, the quiet strain of the wood loud in the small storage closet turned office.
Daniel watched him, face void of emotion. When Jasper didn't say anything else he turned back to the robin.
The robin's skin split smoothly under the gentle push of the knife.