#how his trauma of that period of his life congealed in the form of

[vaqro]

making myself sad by thinking of the first time cassidy realized how easy it was to cut bodies into pieces. the mind-numbing experience of gutting a pig, deboning a chicken, cutting a cow's leg by muscle group. he must have been twelve i think, when he first noticed the ease which he could simply make a huge body something so small, that he knew where to place a knife or where to break [ between the joints is always best. cartilage is soft and the blade slips easily between. but sometimes it's unavoidable that something needed to be broken first and then processed ]. he worked in major food companies, not even those clandestine slaughterhouses and factories; after the war, there were thousands like him — orphans, homeless, and lost. people just turned away from it all. so there he was, twelve years old, finger to elbow covered in blood 10, 12, 14 hours a day in exchange for a roof and some food. at some point, he had to stop caring too.