Book3:WereMyDreamIs
eckmorehavoc.StandinguphefacedEmmanuelwhostoodtherefiercelywiththesharp,bloodyshearsstillinhishands,buthisexpressionwasalsotiharmandpanic. “Ok,Iknowwhoyouare”saidRichardcalmly.“Listen,althoughyouhavegedyoursizeandyourshape,fromyoureyes,IknowyouareMr.Finger…Ifyoustillhaveanytraandecyleftinyou,thinkofthepastandofhowIhavealwaystreatedyou.Lookatthismanlyingatyourfeet,dying.Thinkbahowhetreatedyou.Howcouldyouhurthimtosuchadegree?Whowasitthatfedyouwhenyouwerehungryandgotyouwinewhenyouhadathirstforliquor?Wasn’titthetwoofuswhotookyoueverywhere,tobarsaaurants,osandbrothels,anywhereyouwaogotomakeyouhappy…?Althoughyouhadoncesavedourlives,youhavealreadytakenbackhis.Doyouwanttotakemineaswell?I,Richar