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1 " War was hell. So was Andersonville Prison. Justice lay curled on her side on the dank, roach-infested floor. She inhaled a short breath, trying to keep from breathing too deeply when waste of all sorts and colours lined every square inch of the place. How had it come to this? "
― Ashley Nikole , Deadeye (Hands of Time, #3)
2 " Getting shot wasn’t an issue of skill; it was an issue of chance. And Justice had a bullet-sized issue of chance lodged in her shoulder. "
3 " Justice moaned, feeling herself drifting. Falling. With no one to catch her. "
4 " I despise my humanity, Alex,” he whispered, drawing a shaky breath. “My…fallibility. I wasn’t…” He blinked, sending a torrent of tears down his face. “I wasn’t there for her like I said I would be.” Alex squeezed his shoulder. “Your best, your human best, doesn’t include guarantees. "
