Don’t kill me,” he sobbed as he lay there. “Oh God, please don’t kill me. ” “If you had let me finish,” Skulduggery said, slightly annoyed, “you would have heard me say, ‘Come out, we’re not going to hurt you’. Idiot. ” “He probably wouldn’t have said idiot,” Valkyrie told the sobbing man. “We’re trying our best to be nice. ” The man blinked through his tears, and looked up. “You’re. . . You’re not going to kill me?” “No, we’re not,” Valkyrie said gently, “so long as you wipe your nose right now.
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