He laughed. "No, that's not how the game works," he said. "I have to play it, every few years--find someone with the guts and resources to kill me." He wasn't lying about having to, either; it was a kind of compulsion, that he couldn't have broken if he'd wanted to. Fortunately, he didn't want to--it was as much a hobby as it was a job.
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Date: 2007-08-05 09:19 pm (UTC)