He didn’t have his blade, but he still carried a pipe and those fuckers hurt. A fact as real to me as a summer sky being the same colour as McGovern’s eyes. A fact that didn’t matter. Cos I didn’t give a shit. If playing Priest saved a woman I’d never met from the curse of his dirty hands, I’d take whatever he threw at me until the end of fuckin’ time. And McGovern? I’d keep him for my dreams.
