Move, hunt, kill. Like lather, rinse, and repeat.

“Anyway, life doesn’t work like that. It doesn’t care about fair or unfair.”

“I don't care what your name is," she hisses. "And I don't care who you are. If …”

“I can feel that photo of Anna staring at me from sixty years ago, and I can’t h…”

“Jestine and I lock eyes. She's going to look away first. Even if my eyeballs ha…”