We're both sick. ( There's no other explanation for the people they are. ) And someone has to. The way I see it, I've got two options: pity you, or kick your ass a second time for the trouble you put the Nameless through.
( The Nameless, obviously, held their own. They didn't need Gallagher's help in keeping things together, but the old dog wanted one last scuffle before he got put down.
Moreover, his grievance with Sunday is more on behalf of the Watchmaker than anyone. They're all dead now: Gallagher, Sunday, the Watchmaker, the man who gave him his face. Holding onto old grudges of their forefathers here of all places seems like something of a lost cause, a misplaced effort.
Maybe they can let their grudges die with their pasts and leave it all for a new generation to figure out. That's what Gallagher plans to do, at least. He's got no mission, no purpose, no drive to keep him moving forward. He's got no reason to exist other than as fuel to keep the flames of Hell alive.
He smiles against Sunday's skin. )
I see them. ( He does. He's always been able to see the things he wants to. ) Want me to let go?
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( The Nameless, obviously, held their own. They didn't need Gallagher's help in keeping things together, but the old dog wanted one last scuffle before he got put down.
Moreover, his grievance with Sunday is more on behalf of the Watchmaker than anyone. They're all dead now: Gallagher, Sunday, the Watchmaker, the man who gave him his face. Holding onto old grudges of their forefathers here of all places seems like something of a lost cause, a misplaced effort.
Maybe they can let their grudges die with their pasts and leave it all for a new generation to figure out. That's what Gallagher plans to do, at least. He's got no mission, no purpose, no drive to keep him moving forward. He's got no reason to exist other than as fuel to keep the flames of Hell alive.
He smiles against Sunday's skin. )
I see them. ( He does. He's always been able to see the things he wants to. ) Want me to let go?