they're going to come after you , whether you like it or not man. that's just the way it is. and when they do, don't come crying to me. my doors are closed." she brushed past him. dazed, as if in a dream, he turned to watch her go, her words barely sinking into his subconscience mind. of all the people in the world, hers was the word he would have taken the least seriously. but that look on her face... no. he shivered. Lord Horace was dead, and there was nothing that could change that unchangeable fact. he wobbled to a nearby bench and sat down, closing his weary eyes.
maybe he just needed a cheeseburger or something.