Date: 2007-07-14 04:21 am (UTC)
("Indeed, Death.")

He takes another step back, and raises the pistol to aim it level with Sawyer's eyes.

The air is silent except for the dull roar of the waves and the vast emptiness surrounding them.

Wellard's hand is steady.

"Is that it, then? No one here but you and I, and nothing left but your notion of justice?"
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