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section7mfuIllya released a sigh which told his partner of an internal conflict. A few feet in front of him lay the body of the man he had just killed.
“What’s up?” Napoleon asked.
“I had no sleep darts, so had to use bullets,” the Russian told him. “I had not intended for it to be a kill shot, but he turned to shoot one of the hostages.”
“You did what you had to, Tovarisch.”
Illya sighed again.
“When do I get to stop feeling the guilt of it?”
“The day you stop feeling it, is the day you walk away.”
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“What’s up?” Napoleon asked.
“I had no sleep darts, so had to use bullets,” the Russian told him. “I had not intended for it to be a kill shot, but he turned to shoot one of the hostages.”
“You did what you had to, Tovarisch.”
Illya sighed again.
“When do I get to stop feeling the guilt of it?”
“The day you stop feeling it, is the day you walk away.”
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