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I
switched
my
attention
back
to
Brutal
.
"
For
God
's
sake
,
Brutal
,
Delacroix
's
dead
,
nothing
can
change
that
,
and
Percy
's
not
worth
it
.
"
Was
the
plan
,
or
the
beginnings
of
it
,
in
my
head
even
then
?
I
've
wondered
about
that
since
,
let
me
tell
you
.
I
've
wondered
over
the
course
of
a
lot
of
years
,
and
have
never
been
able
to
come
up
with
a
satisfactory
answer
.
I
suppose
it
does
n't
matter
much
.
A
lot
of
things
do
n't
matter
,
but
it
does
n't
keep
a
man
from
wondering
about
them
,
I
've
noticed
.
"
You
guys
talk
about
me
like
I
was
a
chump
,
"
Percy
said
.
He
still
sounded
dazed
and
winded
--
as
if
someone
had
punched
him
deep
in
the
gut
--
but
he
was
coming
back
a
little
.
"
You
are
a
chump
,
Percy
,
"
I
said
.
"
Hey
,
you
ca
n't
--
"
I
controlled
my
own
urge
to
hit
him
only
with
the
greatest
effort
.
Water
dripped
hollowly
from
the
bricks
down
in
the
tunnel
;
our
shadows
danced
huge
and
misshapen
on
the
walls
,
like
shadows
in
that
Poe
story
about
the
big
ape
in
the
Rue
Morgue
.
Thunder
bashed
,
but
down
here
it
was
muffled
.
"
I
only
want
to
hear
one
thing
from
you
,
Percy
,
and
that
's
you
repeating
your
promise
to
put
in
for
Briar
Ridge
tomorrow
.
"
"
Do
n't
worry
about
that
,
"
he
said
sullenly
.
He
looked
at
the
sheeted
figure
on
the
gurney
,
looked
away
,
flicked
his
eyes
up
toward
my
face
for
a
moment
,
then
looked
away
again
.
"
That
would
be
for
the
best
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
Otherwise
,
you
might
get
to
know
Wild
Bill
Wharton
a
whole
lot
better
than
you
want
to
.
"
A
slight
pause
.
"
We
could
see
to
it
.
"
Percy
was
afraid
of
us
,
and
he
was
probably
afraid
of
what
we
might
do
if
he
was
still
around
when
we
found
out
he
'd
been
talking
to
Jack
Van
Hay
about
what
the
sponge
was
for
and
why
we
always
soaked
it
in
brine
,
but
Harry
's
mention
of
Wharton
woke
real
terror
in
his
eyes
.
I
could
see
him
remembering
how
Wharton
had
held
him
,
ruffling
his
hair
and
crooning
to
him
.
