If only

[Toaster]

Olivia nodded her understanding. Morreti was right.

"Then dead she is."

It was a brutal truth, but simple and therefore easy to believe.

The mercenary got to her feet and leaned against the tabletop, looking down at the man still seated in the old, nearly rusted-through chair she had provided. There wasn't much left for her to do or say to him; the matter seemed resolved as far as deciding on how to feel was concerned. Now it was a matter of him accepting the facts and getting over the loss of the person he cared for so much.

For a moment, Olivia considered remarking something vapid along the lines of there being someone else out there for him, but decided not to. At this stage, it would be borderline insulting, not to mention probably untrue. So instead, she decided to wait and see what Morreti would choose to do next.

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Olivia Sable