He feels security in nakedness - feels that now he stands (he crawls) with nothing left to lose; he has everything to lose, but lacks the sense to see it. He'll never see it, his loss unnoticed always. They gave him currency - he carried coins between his teeth and cheeks, and swallowing became a misery, his silence now enforced; gave him a pouch, with locks to guard it, a belt to hang it on, a shirt to keep the belt from chafing at his skin. Gave him trousers, saved him from the sin of public nudity; gave him shoes to stop his feet from shredding on the stony hill - his feet were bloody, had been trailing scarlet stones behind him, darkening to black... lent him safety... loaned him theft... he never noticed, never saw his loss, has never seen his loss. The hill is below him, and he doesn't even notice that.
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