[ He looks down at his hands, clasped loosely in his lap. It's easier than meeting anyone else's eyes. Not because he's ashamed of what he did - he is, but it's not what matters right now - but because he knows that anyone here, in this room right now? They could be who he has to kill next.
They're all so fucking young. ]
Looks that way. [ He pauses. ] I don't think I'll be replying to any other party invitations on the network again.
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They're all so fucking young. ]
Looks that way. [ He pauses. ] I don't think I'll be replying to any other party invitations on the network again.