He wasn't certain why the expression made his stomach churn, but churn it did. The man shook his head, and even across the street, with the sleet between them, Gentle could see how much despair and confusion there was on his face. 'Go back,' he said, 'or if you come, be prepared.'Ībsurd as it was, Gentle answered as if there were white waters between them: The street between them was empty, but the assassin spoke across it as if across a raging river. He pushed himself on, however, reaching one side of Fifth Avenue as Pie'oh'pah made the other. Gentle began to follow, but the fall had left him aching in every joint, and he knew the chase was lost before he'd hobbled three yards. He took another and another, each pace putting further layers of sleet between them. 'Nobody and nothing,' came the second reply, accompanied by a backward step. 'Pie'oh'pah,' the man returned, his voice perfectly matched to the soft expellations of those syllables.
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