"Canary call, the first to fall," he repeated what Martyn had said to him. "Are you going to be the one to kill me this time?"
Stuck in a cycle of endless death and rebirth. Fight and fight, the curse of the canary stays standing, just as he had. But even the greatest of statues erode with time.
One last time, that would be all he needed. Losing was not an option.
aka jimmy being sad for 5000+ words
possibly the sole life series fanfic on this platform
