Revy, unable to contain her disdain, slid her cutlass back into its holster and leaned over. “Cut the poetry, Maid Marian. Why are you here? You gonna cry on our shoulders and then blow your brains out? Do it outside. I just had the floor scrubbed.”
He pressed a button on the arm of his wheelchair. And the fog around them erupted. black lagoon: roberta
“This one,” Dutch said, finally meeting her eyes, “makes others bleed. The Lovelace family’s former maid. The Terminator. The Bloodhound of Florencia.” Revy, unable to contain her disdain, slid her
“Love,” she said. “Loyalty. A cause greater than yourself. You sold them for a suitcase of cash. And now, you are dying in a wheelchair in the armpit of the world, surrounded by men who would shoot you for a nickel.” You gonna cry on our shoulders and then blow your brains out