Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
What did you do?_ I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. __hat did you do?_ This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter__ grip, though his hands chafe. __hat did you do?_ I scream. __ou die, I die too_ Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. __ asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.
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What did you do?_ I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. __hat did you do?_ This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter__ grip, though his hands chafe. __hat did you do?_ I scream. __ou die, I die too_ Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. __ asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.
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