Finished Folds (1—2)
4searching for a clue, a crumb of comfort, a hint of remorse, but nothing was betrayed by that cold, mocking, flightless face - nothing, nor ever would be, til the end of days.
2his personal area. If there was one thing he hated, it was people crowding his personal area. Amid a rising sense of panic, he employed his stock defensive tactic: