Men yelling, but not screaming. Because the human part of me agreed that Nathaniel had earned his right to be here. He looked at her, and all that burning power seemed to draw away from the rest of the room, to concentrate like some great weapon. Make him afraid of us, and he'll let us go.
The turn of his head tugged on his hair, and I had a second to decide whether I would let it go, or keep it. Would I do that? Fuck you, Zerbrowski. I couldn't say anything, couldn't help explain. It sounded like a Halloween joke, but it wasn't.
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