“Kid, let me tell you something about ancient Japanese warriors. They had a cute little thing called Hara-kiri. Basically, once they realized they’d played all their cards and the enemy was imminent, they’d split their own stomach open rather than allow defeat. I’m not saying I’d pour my guts out on you, but you get what I’m saying, right? If I get bitten and you have a chance of getting out unscathed, I’ll put a gun to my head without hesitation. Hell, not if. When. We’re going to fight for as long as we can, but in the end there are only three potential fates for us.

“Grub, turned, or hara-kiri.”

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