[John doesn't flinch as Spike's face twists into a mask of something other than human. He's seen worse in the faces of men. Worse in his own mirror, every morning when he wakes up, and every night when he goes to sleep.
He turns the knife in his fingers. The dark blade barely glints in the light. He's killed with it. The blood doesn't stain the metal, so much as it absorbs into it. The Russians believed the lives of the men killed with a weapon became a part of it. If it's true, John wouldn't feel particularly bad about it.
He's only killed one person who didn't deserve it. He'll never forget Gianna. ]
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[John doesn't flinch as Spike's face twists into a mask of something other than human. He's seen worse in the faces of men. Worse in his own mirror, every morning when he wakes up, and every night when he goes to sleep.
He turns the knife in his fingers. The dark blade barely glints in the light. He's killed with it. The blood doesn't stain the metal, so much as it absorbs into it. The Russians believed the lives of the men killed with a weapon became a part of it. If it's true, John wouldn't feel particularly bad about it.
He's only killed one person who didn't deserve it. He'll never forget Gianna. ]
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