Awaale cursed softly, but he was smiling. "I am only saying God might have sent me for the little one--not for you."
"That makes more sense," I replied. "I was going to kill her, Awaale. The gun was an inch from her head and I was pulling the trigger..."
"But you did not."
"No. I saw he was feeding, and I panicked."
"Ah, you mean you were meant to save him."
"I am not meant to save anyone!" I snapped. I was suddenly very angry. "I am here to serve the doctor, who's here to serve... to serve science, and that's all. That's all."
"Oh, walaalo." He sighed. "You are more pirate than I ever was.
