What would it take? He gives a humourless laugh as his grip slips on one of the shards and cuts into his finger, a pathetic nick that he can't even feel through the invisible rope that tightens around his throat. Silly, stupid Angel. For someone who spent so much time in their heads, she sure buys into the stories quick.
"It takes a bullet, same as anyone else, Angel."
They were at the top of the world, they were stories told around the campfire to warn little psychos, they had such high prices on their heads people would risk everything to come after them even knowing that with 99% certainty they weren't going to walk out of it alive. Never mind Handsome Jack. On Pandora, they were practically gods. Lilith had bandits worshipping her.
And all it takes, at the end of the day, is one goddamn bullet. Just one.
He takes a ragged breath, straightens up, and drops his pile of glass shards on the table.
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"It takes a bullet, same as anyone else, Angel."
They were at the top of the world, they were stories told around the campfire to warn little psychos, they had such high prices on their heads people would risk everything to come after them even knowing that with 99% certainty they weren't going to walk out of it alive. Never mind Handsome Jack. On Pandora, they were practically gods. Lilith had bandits worshipping her.
And all it takes, at the end of the day, is one goddamn bullet. Just one.
He takes a ragged breath, straightens up, and drops his pile of glass shards on the table.