Dorothy’s eyes widened. “This isn’t your battle, Crow. Have you lost your mind?” Her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh no. You have, haven’t you?” Crow removed the mask from his face. “I haven’t lost my brain. In fact, I’ve expanded it with years of study. Something I’ve come to learn is that a little violence to save lives is better than pacifism that leads to hundreds of deaths.” “He’s not going to kill hundreds of people,” Dorothy grumbled, seemingly against her will. “Just me, apparently, and whoever got in the way of his payday.”
