“It matters not how straight the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.”

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William Earnest Henley

“Yes,” you say, “I did. I do. I’m an airman. Adventure, the sky, Her Majesty’s Airforce, you. I have always loved things that could destroy me.”

You don’t see her finger clench reflexively around the trigger, you don’t see the little silver gun spit fire and smoke, you don’t see your body collapse to the floor.

All you see is Hattie Abernathy’s perfect mouth twitch in what might be anger, or what might not, and then the world goes black.

The End?