"Billions of years? I find that hard to believe that any life form could exist--"
He groaned because his head felt like a ship's bulkhead right now. Dull, thick and made of metal. How much Bloodwine had he drunk? Five bottles? Maybe more. He lost count. The angel's words causing him to growl under his breath.
"My wife. Jadzia. They---he---he killed her!"
Another deathly wail, piercing the night, echoing across the Plaza.
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He groaned because his head felt like a ship's bulkhead right now. Dull, thick and made of metal. How much Bloodwine had he drunk? Five bottles? Maybe more. He lost count. The angel's words causing him to growl under his breath.
"My wife. Jadzia. They---he---he killed her!"
Another deathly wail, piercing the night, echoing across the Plaza.