“I’m sorry,” I say, “but if this fucking bothers you, then you can step outside.” And let me pee then escape in peace. “Empty yourself, human. I’m tired of standing here.” Muttering several curses beneath my breath, I do just that. A horseman of the apocalypse is watching me pee. Of all the sentences in the English language I could’ve come up with, that is not one I ever imagined thinking. I bite back a crazy laugh. I’m going to die, but not before my dignity is murdered first.
