[They'll get people mad at them. Oh, that's nice. A lovely way to sugarcoat it and wrap it up in a nice neat bow.
They could pursue those words, scatter them like flocks of pigeons, drive after them with a reckless and ruthless intent, blast a hole in every section of that stupid, worthless argument.
But instead, they lift the Knife and run their fingertips along the blade wonderingly, almost reverently.]
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They could pursue those words, scatter them like flocks of pigeons, drive after them with a reckless and ruthless intent, blast a hole in every section of that stupid, worthless argument.
But instead, they lift the Knife and run their fingertips along the blade wonderingly, almost reverently.]
We only have one shot.
[No one will bring them back.
Imagine that.]