“Don’t ask me about the empties. I’m never awake long enough to bother looking up the information.”
“You? Surely no one could get bored of you that easily?”
She runs her hands along my right thigh. I don’t argue. It’s good to have breath in me again. Good to be.
It lasts a few weeks. A few blessed weeks. Long enough to go shopping and watch some TV.
Then, one day while she’s out, I feel it again. She’s gotten bored with me. I can feel the animus fade until I hit the ground.
And I wait for another master.