Jesus, I haven’t given Belle or the Beast a seconds consideration until now. Just discarded them where they fell and moved on.
What does that mean?
That I didn’t really care about them after they were made useless?
And can I really think that way about people? What would that make me?
Would I be any better than a drone?
He emerges from the racks with a backpack full of magazines and a larger weapon with a barrel that pointed upward at an angle. He sets it down on the ground beside the desk. Dylan continues reading from the list distracting him so he