Medical supplies, weapons... [He echoes with a humourless, deathly calm, gaze panning across the cityscape.] …in but a few hours 'twill no longer matter for the bomb shall kill us all if yet unfound.
[A certain means to a permanent death had held more appeal than it ought to, but the burning urge to exact revenge – and something more he wasn’t ready to admit – had overwhelmed his long-held desire to find rest. It wouldn’t be the first time a bone-deep anger has sustained him, has given him the drive to push forward like a man possessed.]
But there is no corner of this city the enemy can hide it where I will not soon be upon them and tear them limb from limb. [His gloved fingers wrap around a bladeless hilt at his hip and Abel bristles in response, more than ready to blast and shred and claw its way through mobs of hostiles.] Do not doubt this, Elizabeth.
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[A certain means to a permanent death had held more appeal than it ought to, but the burning urge to exact revenge – and something more he wasn’t ready to admit – had overwhelmed his long-held desire to find rest. It wouldn’t be the first time a bone-deep anger has sustained him, has given him the drive to push forward like a man possessed.]
But there is no corner of this city the enemy can hide it where I will not soon be upon them and tear them limb from limb. [His gloved fingers wrap around a bladeless hilt at his hip and Abel bristles in response, more than ready to blast and shred and claw its way through mobs of hostiles.] Do not doubt this, Elizabeth.