[ percy feels his shoulders sink. it's the horrific, silent weight of fear. did the others with vax see? did he shoot them too? his fingers grip the railing, gloved hand with creaking leather. ]
Yes... Lucky...
[ always lucky. lucky vax'ildan to have to look him in the eye again, down the barrel of his gun. ]
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Yes... Lucky...
[ always lucky. lucky vax'ildan to have to look him in the eye again, down the barrel of his gun. ]
I did that.