"If you want the files, you're going to have to kill me, Puzzles."
"Don't you dare give me that hero bullshit. This is just a job. You can't actually change anything, save anything. We exist but to terminate with extreme prejudice. It's us or them. US, Ashtray. Me. You."
[Ashtray holds the dossier in his right hand, seeing through Puzzles with an absentminded pity. The wind howls impatiently.]
"...."
"I'll tell them you died bravely."
"What will they carve on πΊπ°πΆπ³ headstone?"
"I don't care."
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