"Let your boyfriend explain it to you," Two-Face said disdainfully. He checked the time -- 1:58, getting close. He stepped closer to the other man, Frank something-or-other, a blubbering, angry mess of a man.
"We're still playing. The pieces are all in place, but there's still time left on the clock."
The coin came out of his pocket, cool against his thumb. 1:59.
"It's nothing personal. You were unlucky. All of you -- unlucky. It happens. Fate's a game. You never know what will happen to you when you wake up in the morning. Or if you will wake up. Two of you get to win the game," he said, readying the silver dollar. He sounded vaguely apologetic, but only slightly. "The other two will have to lose."
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"We're still playing. The pieces are all in place, but there's still time left on the clock."
The coin came out of his pocket, cool against his thumb. 1:59.
"It's nothing personal. You were unlucky. All of you -- unlucky. It happens. Fate's a game. You never know what will happen to you when you wake up in the morning. Or if you will wake up. Two of you get to win the game," he said, readying the silver dollar. He sounded vaguely apologetic, but only slightly. "The other two will have to lose."