[ He finishes the glass instead of savoring it, letting the whiskey burn in his throat. It settles warm in him and Carver tells himself that's a comfort. He doesn't know how badly Shaw got hurt. But he knows that she got shot, knows she probably took it in the back from a large caliber revolver, same one that the woman in red pointed at his goddamn face only to find an empty click. That's the point where things get fuzzy.
The creed stands, though. He let his sister down and he will spend whatever time he has left trying to make up for it. He let Shaw down, wasn't enough for Matthew, couldn't stop Pope from hurting Bossie -
Don't, Carver tells himself. Don't ever go there. ]
God loves her, [ he says after a moment, reassuring himself. ] God always loved her best.
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[ He finishes the glass instead of savoring it, letting the whiskey burn in his throat. It settles warm in him and Carver tells himself that's a comfort. He doesn't know how badly Shaw got hurt. But he knows that she got shot, knows she probably took it in the back from a large caliber revolver, same one that the woman in red pointed at his goddamn face only to find an empty click. That's the point where things get fuzzy.
The creed stands, though. He let his sister down and he will spend whatever time he has left trying to make up for it. He let Shaw down, wasn't enough for Matthew, couldn't stop Pope from hurting Bossie -
Don't, Carver tells himself. Don't ever go there. ]
God loves her, [ he says after a moment, reassuring himself. ] God always loved her best.