“I think you should go.” The genius advances toward me, but I can tell he’s the type to file a lawsuit before he throws a punch. “Aurora.” I ignore him, staring at her with icy boredom. She puts her black dress on quickly, mumbling something under a breath, doubtful words of praise as to my hospitality thus far. “I am ready.” “Ready for what? The hard facts of life? Here’s one: you’re an asshole, Mal. Here’s another: there’s not one part of you I still even remotely like.”
