"You are nothing. You are but a rat scampering around the feet of an army, alive merely by the fact that even a single bullet would be wasted on you."
I looked at him, sitting behind the bars, unkempt, staring at the wall. He glanced in my direction, then looked back at the wall. "Tell me, why did you do it?" He chuckled. "Why? Well, it doesn't really matter, does it? I committed the crime, and now I'm paying for it."
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