[ He stands there for a long moment, saying nothing. Despite everything, he's nervous about this; it's crossing a line he told himself he'd never cross, for the sake of what is ultimately revenge ... but his brother. And what they did to his brother - it's beyond awful. Prison is too good for these bastards. He still hasn't decided what, specifically, he's going to do, but... ]
Just us. [ Low and gravelly. ] The others don't know we're doing this.
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Just us. [ Low and gravelly. ] The others don't know we're doing this.