"Je-sus!" Sara Jane rocks back on her heels. "You don't need to be like that. I don't want to kill him either."
"Right now," the Balladeer says, trying to keep an eye on her while watching Greta bind the wound. He doesn't think the bullet is still in there; it's grazed him, strange as that is to think with how much it hurts, and how much blood there is. He has a sudden flashback to Garfield's long, lingering death. Thank god it just grazed him. "You don't want to kill me right now," he insists. "You don't even know what Booth wants - Greta, come on." He tries to get to his feet, though rising makes him feel abruptly light-headed. "We should go."
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"Right now," the Balladeer says, trying to keep an eye on her while watching Greta bind the wound. He doesn't think the bullet is still in there; it's grazed him, strange as that is to think with how much it hurts, and how much blood there is. He has a sudden flashback to Garfield's long, lingering death. Thank god it just grazed him. "You don't want to kill me right now," he insists. "You don't even know what Booth wants - Greta, come on." He tries to get to his feet, though rising makes him feel abruptly light-headed. "We should go."