‘That’s simply where your logic ends, girl. You are a living weapon, aren’t you? Or do you not really know how to use what you carry and plan to...beg your enemies to please kill themselves because you can never remember which is the sharp end?’ Some of the women laughed. Even Kress found a crooked grin. ‘You are a weapon that might run amok given a cock-eyed glance or too much drink, so let’s kill you now without judging your behavior. Your sword is a tool. Slay a demon and you’re a hero.. Magic stores usually did. Curious he walked in hoping to findsomething that could let him get back at Chris and Steve. There was an Old Man in a bathrobe sitting behind the counter, who didn'tseem to pay any attention to him. Looking around Matt didn't see anythingthat really looked promising and was just about to leave."Hold on there, Matt," the Old Man said from behind him.Matt jumped in surprise, "How did you know my name?" The Old man chuckled a little. "I'm a wizard. No, I'm not going to. The room I was in was entirely undecorated and without windows, just white walls, floor and ceiling with a bed, a toilet and a chair.“A prison cell,” I murmured out loud.“Ah, good. You’re finally awake,” came a strange voice from some sort of hidden speaker.“I am. However, I don’t believe you know the amount of trouble you’re going to get into with the Empire,” I replied steadily as I checked to make sure all my body was ‘functioning’.“Oh, but you aren’t here. A clone we grew had an unfortunate. Probably we saw each other every 3-4 days, and this went on for several years. At some point, because of my job, my wife’s job and the fact that Alina became a little party a****l, going from club to club and we usually preferred to stay home in weekends … we saw each other rarely. Still, nothing changed between my wife and her, they were still very good friends … but when you see a person 3-4 times per year, you cannot say that the person is your best friend. The relationship between them went.