“I won’t let you go alone.” “And I won’t let you come with. What do you think you can do, fight me?” “Shut up, the pair of you,” said Zamira. “Gods. Just this morning, Jerome, your friend here tried to convince me to let him do exactly what you’re planning right now.” “What?” Jean glared at Locke and ground his teeth together. “You miserable little sneak, how could you—” “What? How dare I contemplate what you were going to do to me? You self-righteous strutting cock, I’ll—” “What?” shouted Jean. “—I’ll throw myself at you, and you’ll beat the shit out of me,” said Locke. “And then you’ll feel
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