“You could walk away,” Rock said, sitting on a fallen pillar. “Go back to the Lovelace estate. Garcia writes to you, doesn’t he? He loves you.”
“You will live,” she whispered. “You will live for weeks, maybe months. You will choke on your own fluids. You will lie in this chair, unable to move, unable to speak, while the cancer eats you from the inside. And in your final moments, you will think of me. You will think of the jungle. And you will know that I won.” black lagoon: roberta
She stood up, turned her back on him, and walked away into the fog. “You could walk away,” Rock said, sitting on
“Home,” she said simply. “Garcia’s wedding is in two weeks. I believe I have a new dress to buy.” He loves you
“Ochoa!” she called out, her voice echoing into the fog. “I am here! Face me!”
She turned her head slowly. The faintest ghost of a bitter smile touched her lips. “Peace is a lie they tell children so they sleep through the night. I tried to live it, Rock-san. I cooked. I cleaned. I watched Garcia grow into a fine young man. I sat in the sun. And the sun burned.”
“This one,” Dutch said, finally meeting her eyes, “makes others bleed. The Lovelace family’s former maid. The Terminator. The Bloodhound of Florencia.”