I looked over at Mercer, who was holding up 19’s decapitated head like it was Yorick’s skull and he was about to launch into an epic soliloquy. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked. “Saying good-bye,” he said. “I didn’t know you were friends.” “We were.” “For some reason I thought I was her only friend out here.” “That’s what everyone thought. That’s how she liked it. She liked to make everyone feel special.
