Roberta slowly lowered her rifle. She looked at the circle of guns. She looked at the dying man in the wheelchair. And then she laughed. It was a hollow, horrible sound.
She stood up, turned her back on him, and walked away into the fog. black lagoon: roberta
Roberta’s eyes flickered to Revy, and for a second, the room temperature dropped. “Two-bit,” she said softly. “Still hiding behind your loud mouth and your hair-trigger. You are a child playing with matches in a dynamite factory.” Roberta slowly lowered her rifle
Revy, leaning against the cabin door, snorted. “So that’s it? You’re just gonna go back to playing maid? After all that?” horrible sound. She stood up