I can’t even get a grip on one of my emotions. “No, you don’t. You’re probably celebrating because I’ll fall to my death and you won’t have to go to the trouble of killing me.” “Killing you wouldn’t be any trouble, Violence. It’s leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.” My gaze swings up to clash with his, but his face is unreadable, cloaked in shadow, go figure.
