Bernardo groaned. That got my attention. Whoever it was, was being even quieter than before. The moment I realized why I was doing it, I tried to stop.
Everything slowed down to that crystalline vision, as if I had all the time in the world to point the gun, to avoid the blade, and at the same time everything was happening too fast. It was a thick braid because he just had that much hair, and he'd woven silver chains with tiny bells here and there in his hair, so he stalked into the room to the sound of gentle chimes. I tried to think of a short version that would make sense. They weren't trying to kill me, so the least I could do was return the favor.
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