[ there's a pause, andyr's eyes closing, to block out the peaceful ceiling and reflections of water shimmering across it for a moment, breathing out slowly, and feeling like he wants to be dangerous again. for the hate in him, for his own sanity maybe. like he wants to march back into the city and hunt every last one of them down, like some kind of nut.
that's what he'd been back home, anyway. some kind of nut. ]
Well, they were slavers. So it's less 'people' more 'human waste'. So, guess the more accurate thing would be 'taking out the trash'.
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that's what he'd been back home, anyway. some kind of nut. ]
Well, they were slavers. So it's less 'people' more 'human waste'. So, guess the more accurate thing would be 'taking out the trash'.