The blade hovers next to chilly skin, frost edging over the tip.
He can't do it.
You will die badly, he thinks, and almost laughs.
You really have a low opinion of me. Said to Digg, when Oliver spared the life of a stranger who'd done some unknown wrong, pissing off the Russian mob.
He can't kill Jack. There's something very calming in that. Instead he presses the knife down a little harder, just enough to make it look like he's going to act, and waits for the repercussions.
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He can't do it.
You will die badly, he thinks, and almost laughs.
You really have a low opinion of me. Said to Digg, when Oliver spared the life of a stranger who'd done some unknown wrong, pissing off the Russian mob.
He can't kill Jack. There's something very calming in that. Instead he presses the knife down a little harder, just enough to make it look like he's going to act, and waits for the repercussions.