He was a responsible man. Leaving work behind unfinished, leaving that dear girl uncertain and confused -- well, that was quite unthinkable. No. Everything had to be sorted out.
He'd known her so long. He'd been so proud of her; how she'd grown, how she'd learned, how well she conquered her daily fear and done her duty. His little vice-captain, with her nervousness and her neediness and her quick darting eyes . . .
Really, there had been nothing to do but kill her. He hoped she appreciated it.
She had been smiling to see him, after all.
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