Pain And Espionage
“I’m no killer!” I screamed. But we’re all killers. Each and every one of us. We were born to die and it was always our responsibility to die and if any of us failed to follow it through, the next guy would let the clown have it. I’ve actually not been alive since Warrenton and even then, who’s to say.
Assam
“You would think…” he began. Which irks me. Would you? I mean, you didn’t go over the instructions, first?