“You didn’t even do it for gold. Not even silver,” I said. “Still such a fool. Some tasks are their own reward. Nothing means nothing and nobody loves no one, isn’t that what you love to say? Yet you are the one with all this feeling, and you trust it above everything else, even your nose. Fool for love, fool for hate. Still think I did it for money?” “Leave now, or I swear I won’t care who I kill to get to you,” I said.
