You shouldn’t be killin’ anyone, not at your age.” “Yes,” Celine replied haughtily. “Well, I did, and you can’t undo that. I’m a hero now.” “By whose standard?” “Yours! I killed a man during wartime. You told me that makes you a hero. I wanted to be one, and now I am.” Ibana, now lying with her limbs splayed in a gasping heap, let out a barking laugh. “She’s got you there, Benjamin.” “Damn it, I —” Styke cut himself off. He gritted his teeth, wondering what her dad would have done to punish her for something like this.
