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“If you can do magic, why not fix your eyes?” “I am.” Arcadius slipped on the spectacles. “There—all better.”
“We’ve talked about this before, Royce,” Arcadius yelled at him. “You aren’t to hurt the students.” “You said don’t kill,” Royce replied. “If you don’t want misunderstandings, then be specific.
Sometimes awful things just happened for no sensible reason. That didn’t stop him from being angry. He’d just have to keep being angry until he wasn’t anymore.
He hadn’t just burned bridges; he had obliterated them in apocalyptic fashion.
“So far I’m not impressed with your genius.” “I’ll admit, I think better when I’m not bleeding to death.”
“You alive?” Hadrian asked. “If I were dead, I don’t think there’d be geese.” Royce tilted his head up to catch the arrow of birds heading south. “But maybe they’re evil geese.” “Evil geese?” “We have no idea what goes on in the water fowl world. They might have been a gang that stole eggs or something.”
If we charge them—we’ll die, sure, but this family will be safe.” “How is that a benefit?” “Okay, let me rephrase. We can sit here and let them kill us with fire and smoke or we can try and take a few with us.” Royce smiled. “Better.”
