The bottled anger was back, and again restrained, his jaw said it all. But this time it was at the False God who'd clearly tortured this man into...servitude really. His hand closed around the piece of shrapnel in his pocket, determined to figure out more of what it was.
Bruce turned away and walked a little faster, still inwardly fuming at the injustice of it. "It won't happen again, we won't let it happen," he said through his teeth.
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