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- Or … maybe that was changing. Maybe the fact was these dreamwalking bastards had cut the Killer’s throat while they were ransacking the house of my private thoughts.
- -Kill Switch pg. 462, Kindle Edition.
- As Santoro came at me, I felt the Killer awaken in my head. He had slept too long and we both knew it. Maybe he’d been driven into some kind of coma by the things we’d seen at Gateway, by illness, or by the rape of our shared mind by Bolton and his psychic vampires.
- Who knows?
- Who cares?
- -Kill Switch pg. 497, Kindle Edition.
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