It only mattered that it was blood, and I was angry. Someone, not you or Nathaniel or Richard, someone that is not part of either triumvirate. And why is it such a problem for it to be just the two of us? I gave Jean-Claude a dirty look, and Richard was back to not knowing how to explain. Had he ever promised that it would go away? No, he hadn't.
I couldn't get away. I wanted to free that struggling, quivering thing. I was smiling and calm all on my own by the time Dr. No, no, he wouldn't sit in the dark and let that voice wash over him.
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