third book // Action
[She'd forgotten him.
The broadcast brought back all the memories, the good and the bad, and felt the nag of guilt. She'd forgotten him and a fake was walking around. Wearing his face, speaking his words.
Taking his place.
She just had to kill him, simple, though that too brought up waves of guilt. You don't kill other trolls, she had been adamant about this. You don't kill them even if they are trying to kill you. Wound, disarm, run away.
But he's wearing his face and she can't get him back until the fake is gone.
She picked up the knife, wrapped so the edge can't hurt her and concealed it in her jacket.
The walk over was dreadful but she knocked on the door.
She'd get him back.]
The broadcast brought back all the memories, the good and the bad, and felt the nag of guilt. She'd forgotten him and a fake was walking around. Wearing his face, speaking his words.
Taking his place.
She just had to kill him, simple, though that too brought up waves of guilt. You don't kill other trolls, she had been adamant about this. You don't kill them even if they are trying to kill you. Wound, disarm, run away.
But he's wearing his face and she can't get him back until the fake is gone.
She picked up the knife, wrapped so the edge can't hurt her and concealed it in her jacket.
The walk over was dreadful but she knocked on the door.
She'd get him back.]