i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[Good thing the two of them had already discussed their options in case of failure.
Brady snarls at her, loud and angry to hide the icy fear coursing through his body with every breath.]
Sod off! We'll handle this ourselves, ya hear?! So make like the seat of my pants and split!
[But even so, he doesn't rush over to the knife. He doesn't even look at it. His mind is dominated by only a single thing: She's going to die because of me.]
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Brady snarls at her, loud and angry to hide the icy fear coursing through his body with every breath.]
Sod off! We'll handle this ourselves, ya hear?! So make like the seat of my pants and split!
[But even so, he doesn't rush over to the knife. He doesn't even look at it. His mind is dominated by only a single thing: She's going to die because of me.]