[ Everything about this reeks of a warning. Government guy turned vigilante twice over. Haymitch should have seen it -- the mention of the gun, the injury from before. ]
Yeah, I do. You never come back.
[ When Ward begins to rise, though, his own fingers twitch. There's little to use as a weapon here -- the game board could hurt, the table could be flipped, the chair over turned -- nothing like the hilt and blade of a knife. ]
You don't strike me as the type of guy who quits. I'm curious to see who wins. C-9. [ He grins, lopsided, all ease despite the myriad of thoughts running through his mind. ]
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[ Everything about this reeks of a warning. Government guy turned vigilante twice over. Haymitch should have seen it -- the mention of the gun, the injury from before. ]
Yeah, I do. You never come back.
[ When Ward begins to rise, though, his own fingers twitch. There's little to use as a weapon here -- the game board could hurt, the table could be flipped, the chair over turned -- nothing like the hilt and blade of a knife. ]
You don't strike me as the type of guy who quits. I'm curious to see who wins. C-9. [ He grins, lopsided, all ease despite the myriad of thoughts running through his mind. ]