Eliot flinched when her hand touched his shoulder, the knife wobbling for a moment before he held it steady again. Not driving it forward, behind the man's jaw and into his carotid artery -- but not pulling it away either.
"I've already let him live twice," he growled. "I ain't makin' that mistake again."
The Butcher glared back at him, hissing like a cat. Eliot put more pressure on his throat to shut him up.
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Date: 2015-11-20 01:40 am (UTC)"I've already let him live twice," he growled. "I ain't makin' that mistake again."
The Butcher glared back at him, hissing like a cat. Eliot put more pressure on his throat to shut him up.