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“Did you just growl at me?”
“Maybe.”

“There are voices in my head.”

“You don’t want to know.”

“I’ve been blown up, stabbed, hung, set on fire, shot, shot by arrows, cursed with eternal torment, died, gone crazy, tortured, bludgeoned, hit by a car, drowned and I have even been electrocuted and this is a good day.”

“One of my most disturbing memories is picking up my own body, carrying it away and then burying it. Let’s just say I was having a strange day.”

“Hey you! The drama-king, freak of nature, son-of-a-bitch!” shouted Kit. The man stopped and turned around to look at her.
“Where’d a four year old girl learn those words?” asked the man.
“First off, I ain’t four.”
“Then how old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“Sure.”
“I sent my consciousness back in time to my four year old body to talk to you.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, so shut the hell up and listen.”

“That’s so cool.”

“Well, what would you’ve done?”
“For starters, not blow him up.”

“Do you have a plan?”
“I’m working on it.”
“Oh dear god, we’re all going to die.”

“You’re not very smart are you?”

“You wanted to pick his brains,” said Kit as she picked up the sword.
“Not off the ground.”

“Don’t die,” said Kit, “I’m not in the mood to clean up your guts.”

“Why save me, Kit? Why?” asked Sarah.
“Meun tu amatore sibi,” said Kit, “For you are precious to me.”

“Don’t be so dramatic!” yelled Kit after her and she fainted, “Perfect.”