08/03/2026 22:00

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Bad enough I could have pressed charges and won. Again, utterly matter-of-fact, no big deal. I suddenly knew how I'd cut him. That in many ways, I was a child in the face of his experience.

In that soft, white light Jean-Claude stood. In fact, sometimes, like now, it came in handy. Requiem had been controlling himself with an iron will, and that iron will had kept me out of something that I needed. Oh, I want to do something that Louie will regret tomorrow.