“How many will die for the sake of his pride?” mused Victor. Eli looked up and saw the phantom standing over him again. He shook his head. “Stell would rather let the city burn than admit that we are on the same side.” Victor stared at the wall as if it were still a window. “He doesn’t know how patient you are,” he said. “Doesn’t know you like I do.” Eli cleaned the blood from his hand. “No,” he said softly. “No one ever has.”
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