[ She manages to focus in on him, and there's very real terror in her eyes. All she can see is Bobby Terry; his body flopping from the elevator doors, his intestines spilling from the gaping wound across his belly. Blood that somehow coated the walls all the way to the ceiling of the elevator, dripping from Flagg's mouth and beard, streaked over the smiley face pin. The heart in Flagg's fist, the paralyzed look of horror forever frozen on Bobby Terry's face.
Are you sorry, Bobby Terry?
All he'd done was refuse to apologize. Shoot a woman who was there to spy on them, then refuse to bow down. And Julie isn't stupid enough to not grovel, but she also did more than kill a heretic, an enemy. Julie didn't hook Nadine and Jaskier up out of her devotion to good dick (although it was a factor), she did it because she was hurt and angry about Flagg's disappearance. He'd know what she had thought, why she did it.
Bobby Terry, ya screwed it up.
In her mind's eye, the pin winks at her.
Her hands wrap around Geralt's wrists, like he can ground her, like he can do something about how she shakes or how her ribs feel like they're squeezing around her lungs. He doesn't know, doesn't know what Flagg can do. Her voice is so small. ] He can't come back, Geralt. He can't.
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Are you sorry, Bobby Terry?
All he'd done was refuse to apologize. Shoot a woman who was there to spy on them, then refuse to bow down. And Julie isn't stupid enough to not grovel, but she also did more than kill a heretic, an enemy. Julie didn't hook Nadine and Jaskier up out of her devotion to good dick (although it was a factor), she did it because she was hurt and angry about Flagg's disappearance. He'd know what she had thought, why she did it.
Bobby Terry, ya screwed it up.
In her mind's eye, the pin winks at her.
Her hands wrap around Geralt's wrists, like he can ground her, like he can do something about how she shakes or how her ribs feel like they're squeezing around her lungs. He doesn't know, doesn't know what Flagg can do. Her voice is so small. ] He can't come back, Geralt. He can't.