[ That laugh untwists some of that unpleasantness coiling in his chest, and Winter casts a smile at the vampire-turned-bat across from him. ]
It really, really is.
[ Winter's own brand of revenge had been brief and emotional, his anger made manifest in the magic that punched its way through his would-be killer's ribs. It wasn't pretty by any means. But it was his. And it was absolute. ]
My lips are sealed. [ He's sure Gale knows as much anyway, sharp fellow that he is. ] For me... it was over and done in moments. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost, and that was the last thing he ever saw.
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It really, really is.
[ Winter's own brand of revenge had been brief and emotional, his anger made manifest in the magic that punched its way through his would-be killer's ribs. It wasn't pretty by any means. But it was his. And it was absolute. ]
My lips are sealed. [ He's sure Gale knows as much anyway, sharp fellow that he is. ] For me... it was over and done in moments. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost, and that was the last thing he ever saw.