[Damien stares at him for a moment, incredulous, then lets out a bark of a laugh] My God. What are you, twelve? [a beat] No. [no, he's not going to beg for forgiveness, thanks]
[maybe he will name the top of Mt Silver as the venue for their fight, however, and then hope the wind pushes him off the fucking cliff -- or push him off the cliff, himself. or maybe he'll just fantasize about it]
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[maybe he will name the top of Mt Silver as the venue for their fight, however, and then hope the wind pushes him off the fucking cliff -- or push him off the cliff, himself. or maybe he'll just fantasize about it]