I'm in the process of getting you a warrant of execution for his ass. He sounded tired. And you'd just throw it away. He was responsible for her death, Zerbrowski.
I don't think I would have remembered the whole poem if you hadn't helped. There was a look on Requiem's face that was eloquent. Byron's body began to lose its smooth gliding rhythm, and he seemed to be fighting not to simply plunge in and out as fast as he could. He gave me that flash of smile that I'd only recently known he had in him, and he dropped to his knees in front of me.
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