[Jack stops, right at where his intuition tells him is the edge of where he can step, where one inch closer will put that blade into motion. He swallows, but he doesn't flinch, certain that backing away isn't an option. There's no stopping Zev from running off, but he can at least make it harder for him, keep pushing the truth in his face until something clicks.
. . . god, he hopes something will click.]
You did - both me and Eugene. Put the needle through my ear yourself.
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. . . god, he hopes something will click.]
You did - both me and Eugene. Put the needle through my ear yourself.