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"That part of you has not been lost to me - you don't feel guilty and you never apologize," Osprey pointed out matter-of-factly. She could not imagine, how dense should she be to miss this - another - very defining part of Burke's character. "Consider it as a friendly advice for future use - if you ever decide to feel differently," though this was highly unlikely. He seemed to be pretty fine with, where he was standing now.

"Forgive me..." she began, then narrowed her eyes and changed the words, polite was a foreign language to him, after all, "no, actually not... but, why the hell you want that fight - what is the point? For the sake of fighting and bloodlust? Seems foolish to me." Knowing that there was someone, who hated you very much and bragged about fighting you was not nice, but then again - Osprey could not care less, what someone said or did behind her back.

"Oh... Bullet is not enough for you? Why so curious?" Osprey teased him with a slight tinge of malice in her tone. "Sorry... no, not sorry to say that this is all you are going to get from me. Take it or leave it - that's your choice."