Rather trite, really, when you consider he was saying it as he killed a living thing. The flapping fish held on the rock altar before the White Oak, T...m sliced his fishing knife down into its body just behind the front fin. Its blood, juices, whatever you want to call them, came out, even as the fish struggled harder for a moment beginning to still. Liquid, clear-ish red, hit the rock as his knife began moving down the length of the sacrifice's body, following the ribs. It had been years since. He turned toward me as I walked toward him, and without speaking he pulled me to him, his lips finally finding mine as the rain soaked through to our skin. We stood like that for what felt like forever, exploring each other. As our lips parted we stood gazing at each other and finally he started to speak. “I had to know baby, and this seemed like the only way to be sure. I’m so sorry please forgive me?” I couldn’t speak, I was overwhelmed by the strength of my own feelings. My only response. " He turns towards Seras as he closes the lid completely. 'You have done your master well, Seras. Now sleep till you are as powerful as I knew you would be.'Walking towards the back of the dungeons Integra turns into Walter's suite. 'How could that bastard betray me? After all my family has given him after all those years of service, the whole time a Nazi, a fucking Nazi! I wish I could have killed that bastard with my own hands.' Walking into the bathroom attached to Walter's suite, Integra. . well, just call me a mediator. Alesha has told me of your schemes about federal and state income tax as well as FICA withholdings for your employees. Seems like there's a good chance that you're cutting your people a lot more than you are actually turning in to the government. With twelve employees — all afraid of losing their jobs if they rock the boat — you set aside a tidy little sum in a year's time. Your turnover rate is pretty high, to use the mildest terms, and you seem to always hold.