I knew I had to shut that kind of thinking down. Cain was right; if we’d been caught, they’d have tortured both of us, probably in front of each other, trying to get us to crack. It was my bad luck that the one who’d found us was Evgeni, because surely I wouldn’t feel this way if it had been an unknown Dunayevsky soldier, right?
I shivered despite the steam billowing around me. I didn’t want to think about killing anymore.
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