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Date: 2007-09-05 04:58 am (UTC)"See?" Anita said in a hardened voice. "I win."
Oh, Anita. It's not a competition to see who's the biggest monster. *le sigh*
"Remember, Harry. Every time I hold a weapon, I'm using both hands."
That line gave me shivers. So very, very good. I loved the discussion of good and evil, and how they're distinct from right and wrong.
And you went with Chekhov's Gun after all. Is Bokor Majeur the gun over the metaphoric mantelpiece, or is it something else?...