[ His mouth opens, and the words that nearly fall from his lips are, So what? Death's been chasing Faraday for ages, he figures. It's about goddamn time it caught up.
But his mouth clicks shut, and he grimaces at himself for the dark little thought. The words are briefly replaced with a quick grunt of frustration. ]
That's not what we're talkin' about, here.
Me takin' that shot still would'a been a safer bet, and you know it.
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But his mouth clicks shut, and he grimaces at himself for the dark little thought. The words are briefly replaced with a quick grunt of frustration. ]
That's not what we're talkin' about, here.
Me takin' that shot still would'a been a safer bet, and you know it.