“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.“Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.”
Go on shoot, then we’d both go down and you’d win. Go on, I’m dead anyway. I didn’t know that until now.
bassandstatic:
right foot to red? can do :)
allofthisiswrong:
I’m confused because, while they all are angry, some are giving us sympathetic pats on the shoulder, and Johanna Mason actually stops to straighten my pearl necklace. “Make him pay for it, okay?” she says.
