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Bohwanox looked between the two servants. ‘I was not aware that Colt had killed innocents. But even so, it hardly matters now.’

“What?” said Hector.

‘Colt will not be killing anyone without my permission. As far as I am concerned, his past deeds are of no consequence.’

Hector ground his teeth. “That’s not the point!” he said. “You should have revived someone more deserving of it than him! Someone who wasn’t a murderer!”

‘It makes little difference to me,’ said Bohwanox.

“What the fuck is your problem?” said Colt.

‘I think Hector has a point,’ said Garovel. ‘There is no shortage of potential servants. While I don’t think you should be too judgmental of how people lived their lives, you really shouldn’t resurrect murderers.’

It was Bohwanox’s turn to look annoyed. ‘Colt is a skilled fighter. He is a very practical choice as a servant. And what of his children? Does depriving them of their father mean nothing to you?’

‘Maybe. But then again, they might be better off in someone else’s care.’

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” said Colt.

“Oh no?” said Hector. “How much danger have they been put in because of you, huh? And then you went and... y-you fucking... dragged me into your shit... and now...”

Everyone fell quiet for a time.

“So that’s what this is,” said Colt. “You blame me for the deaths of your friends and your father. Is that about right?”

Hector just glared at him.

“Fine.” Colt removed his coat and tossed it on the hood of the car. “Blame me. Get mad at me all you like. I can take it.” He walked up a grassy hill, motioning for Hector to follow. “So come on. Come beat the shit out of me. If you can.”