[ How like him to nurture and cajole, smoothen the rough edges to make lying seem palatable to these people who grew up thinking truth was a virtue. Sometimes he could even make their missions seem just a game, harmless in every way, nobody really dies and no harm would ever come to them and theirs. How she envies him for it, when fear turns her hands cold and her breathing erratic each time, how it takes such effort from her.
Her voice is low, but sharp. She jerks her feet into her boots with the certainty it takes to break a man's neck. ]
We don't need them. They're just going to slow us down.
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Her voice is low, but sharp. She jerks her feet into her boots with the certainty it takes to break a man's neck. ]
We don't need them. They're just going to slow us down.