Chapter Fifteen
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Bloodshot“Did he deserve that?” Aurora asked as we walked out into the carmine light.
“And more.”
“I see,” she pondered.
“No, Aurora, you cannot.”
“I sometimes think those most deserving are worth the least effort.”
“I do not,” I replied.
“Do you feel better now this Vladivar is dead?”
I stopped, inhaled of the morning, and gazed at the ruby orb. The solar object rose into a bloodshot sky in a bittersweet parody of the blue it should've swum amongst. “No, I do not,” I said after some thought.
“Then, killing him has achieved nothing.”
“Au contraire, my dear girl, it has achieved much.”
“Please explain,” Aurora insisted.
I was about to launch into a tirade regarding her contrary attitude, but one glance at her puzzled features revealed she meant nothing other
