[ He takes the offered lighters and leans into the trash can to get them as close to the flesh as he can. ]
All I brought was the arm and the lighters.
[ Duh, dude. It's not like he had the presence of mind to grab anything else.
He lights all the lighters he can manage in both hands and runs them over the arm as well as the surrounding newspapers. It takes a good few minutes of effort, trying to get the flames to stick, but eventually the arm does begin to catch, and smoke begins to rise. The smell isn't strong, but this close up, it is an awful scent.
And yet, relieving, because he can breathe easy knowing this is all going to be over soon.
(How long does it take to burn a limb to ashes, anyway?) ]
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All I brought was the arm and the lighters.
[ Duh, dude. It's not like he had the presence of mind to grab anything else.
He lights all the lighters he can manage in both hands and runs them over the arm as well as the surrounding newspapers. It takes a good few minutes of effort, trying to get the flames to stick, but eventually the arm does begin to catch, and smoke begins to rise. The smell isn't strong, but this close up, it is an awful scent.
And yet, relieving, because he can breathe easy knowing this is all going to be over soon.
(How long does it take to burn a limb to ashes, anyway?) ]