“What?” I croaked out, and she shrugged again, her second-favorite move.
“After years of dishonorable retirement from the Army, he finally found all he really wanted: glory. A purpose. He felt sick at the thought of dying one day from something as useless as old age. He wanted to give his life – for his comrades, his country, any higher purpose. He wanted it to matter.”
The Hag lifted one of her talon-like fingernails and spit on it before rubbing it against her tunic... only that this gross cleaning treatment got it dirtier than before.
“And he did. By saving five other cars and two motorcycles, with singles, families, couples, and friends in the seats, from crashing to a horrible death. By saving the little girl I told you about, and you, of course. Because, as I said your body is not
