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"Moira, I'm sorry. I just don't know what the hell you're talking about. That said, I don't think you should try to kill some Aryan jerkwad on your own." you say.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to," Moira replies, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "But I can't let him get away with what he's done. I don't care, he may have paid his debt to society as far as the justice system cares, but he hasn't paid his debt to me. I want blood, I'm getting it.
It's getting dark, so you wish Moira well, and start for home. You get the worst feeling you're never going to see or hear from her again.
