He touched his shirt, now almost dry, and looked at the bullet-holes. "I think it's all mine," he said. Couldn't be sure, but he hadn't managed to shoot Halsey, so it probably was. The blood on his forehead was most definitely all his, at least. He gave her a small smile. "Why?"
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Date: 2007-08-04 04:32 am (UTC)