It would have sounded laughable to anyone else -- I killed him for you, I stole for you -- but he didn't laugh, and he didn't bother to deny it. He knew it was true. It was sick and horrible, but he knew that in her own way, everything she had done -- even framing him for murder -- had been to bring him closer to her. So that he'd have no life to go back to, no choice but to go with her. It had almost worked, too.
That didn't mean she wasn't a killer. He knew her better than that. "And now?" he asked. "What's different now?" He pulled back and spread his hands out helplessly. "You'll what-- try it my way this time? Just for a change of pace?"
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Date: 2008-01-09 10:18 pm (UTC)That didn't mean she wasn't a killer. He knew her better than that. "And now?" he asked. "What's different now?" He pulled back and spread his hands out helplessly. "You'll what-- try it my way this time? Just for a change of pace?"