He was right, it wasn't fair, but I didn't care. I let him have the memory, the pleasure, the sights and smells of it, I let it all pour away from me and into him. God, it bled. He went to his knees in front of me without being asked.
Until you got that revenge, you wouldn't listen to anyone's orders, not even the animator or voodoo priest or priestess that raised you from the grave. We can find her on our own, and he can pretend that he took us to the back for business. Again, I was grateful that the carpet was dark. He looked down at his own blood-spattered body and smiled.
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