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What I’m tired of is being jerked around like a puppet by my father. And… my mother’s dead. I’m not, and it’s about time I started building my life around that.”
Her hands were raised, pointed at the Night Empress. “Eat shit, you scum-sucking cuntrabbit!” she yelled, and fired.
I shall tell the Reapers to form a guard for you when you return to Elouve, Remington. Once word spreads of what has transpired here, and of your efforts to save the capital—you make me proud, Remington. You make me very proud. You need not be concerned for Reapers like Feiron or Hathorn. I have already seen to their punishment.” “And who’s going to see to yours?”
The only true power within Elouve, it seemed, lay with old men who should long ago have been relegated to obscurity. Change only occurred when they allowed it, according to what they considered proper, never for those most affected by it.
He set his shoulders and lifted his head, proud as ever. Whatever might come, he’d be by their side, and that was better than being without them.