#29: Defensive wounds

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"Does it matter? I got it all tucked back inside,” Vincent muttered, poking gingerly at his bandages. The look he shot Giles was pure hatred. “You let him in. You let Smyth bully you—bully us all—around. Led us on a wild goose chase, he did. All to save the day! And then let the bad guy go at the end!”
“He didn't just 'let him