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Witt paused by Dane as he followed her down the hill. “Perhaps you shouldn’t do any more thinking. It really doesn’t suit you.”
“No harm will come to you from our hands, lady,” Fallon told her quietly. That depended on his definition of harm. A man and a woman’s ideas on harm often differed.
One day she was going to get control of herself and stop doing stupid shit to save ungrateful idiots.
The point was that she was right, and they were wrong. If they’d listened, everybody would still be alive. They didn’t, so they were dead. Not her problem. She’d done her job.
“You know there are little fishes that will swim up your pisser and lay eggs. Only way to get that out is to take a piss right after getting out. Forces them back out.” Buck shot a wide-eyed glance at Eamon, “He’s kidding, right?” Shea hid her grin as she headed after Clark. “You’re kidding, right?” Buck shouted after her. “Am I? Guess you’re about to find out,” she shouted back. “Son of a–-“ Shea chortled when both men stopped what they were doing to find the nearest bush.
FUCKING DEAD
Said he’s never seen someone do quiet insubordination so well.”
home wasn’t a place; it’s a state of mind. It’s the people you’re with. And for her, those people were all here.
But mostly, because you are mine, and I crave the same commitment from you.”
You could accomplish some truly heinous things once emotion has been tucked away. Anger dies, eventually, if you sate it with enough blood. Hate fades. Grief dwindles. There are reasons behind emotion. Such is not the case with true detachment.
