“Alive, yes. And he will be. But she doesn’t want him coming in to her bunker with his sword arm attached to his body, now does she? We’re to take all his weapons. Neuter the beast and let’s be on our way. Unless…there’s a problem?” “No problem,” Cassius says. Stepping forward, he lifts high the razor, metal throbbing with heat. “Is this what you’ve become?” Mustang asks. Cassius suffers her gaze, shame on his face. “Look at me, Darrow,” Mustang says. “Look at me.” I will myself to forget the blade. To watch her, taking strength from her. But as the superheated metal cleaves through the skin
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