The one person who I trusted to kill me should I lose control has left. I'm not having... an easy night.
[ he's struggling not to think about how many people he could kill before anyone even tried to stop him. or more importantly, he's struggling to care. ]
Falling back on old habits is easy when there's no one looking over your shoulder. [ And redemption is easy until you're accountable for your own. Natasha knows those things firsthand. She quickly adds, ] I can be in Maurtia Falls in a half hour. [ Because following his incident, she'd kept tabs. She'd be an idiot not to. ]
[ For once, Natasha isn't sure whether or not to interpret that as a bad joke. Given the circumstances, she opts for better safe than sorry and decides to break the handle off a wooden gardening tool in her apartment complex's courtyard before making her way to the Porter and into MF. ]
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I require your assistance.
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With what?
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I'm listening.
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[ he's struggling not to think about how many people he could kill before anyone even tried to stop him. or more importantly, he's struggling to care. ]
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[ or can fashion one out of something, or pluck one from someone's garden on the way, he's not fussy. ]
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I've got a better idea: don't make me need one.
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