“At least Mathias is dead too,” Grimm said, so unexpectedly that I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re such a bastard. I’ve been trying to tell everyone that for years and they didn’t believe me, but you are. It’s actually delightful. Come on, now, let’s move just a little bit. No, don’t make that face at me. If we’re going to die, we might as well paint a fitting tableau, rather than sitting in this puddle. That’s it, slowly.”
