Breath. It flows through the worlds, ripping them apart. Joining them together. The words bring heavy thoughts to Makhumo's heart. And it breaks a little more. "Drink. And then try again." Rules could not be broken. It is The First Law. With a greasy sigh, the filthy liquid swills down the inferno that has become his throat. He belches, his eyes watering at the stench of it. The gypsy's daughter giggles at the man's disgusted expression. He watches her tiny hand cover a smile full of gums. And- He couldn't. He finally couldn't breathe. At all.

What would you do...?