[ He remembers, of course, the way his own heart had broken when he realized he'd lost Charlie -- the way the Venatori had danced on the pieces when he found him again, warped and twisted and hateful.
His breathing starts to pick up, shallow and quick. His mind races for a solution, a way out, anything.
He draws a blank. ]
It won't work, whatever you have planned. [ Bluffing it is, then, hiding his panic with anger. ] Save the both of us the trouble.
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His breathing starts to pick up, shallow and quick. His mind races for a solution, a way out, anything.
He draws a blank. ]
It won't work, whatever you have planned. [ Bluffing it is, then, hiding his panic with anger. ] Save the both of us the trouble.