echoes (yes I STILL havn't gone to bed! too late now...) I havn't really taken in hell, but I do feel the stripping and whittling away to that inner place with no defenses left... Cursed brings this out even more strongly, and I wonder, is this the form that you were telling me about (and I deleted the PM, sorry, can you send it again?).

'scantily survive' - yet again you find a joining of words that works magic.