The replicant turned. He had a handsome, sorrowful face—unlined by the weight of decades, yet creased with the confusion of a being who felt too much in too little time. His eyes caught the light. That telltale, amber flicker of a NEXUS model.
Kael stood over him, the rifle humming. The silence rushed back in, broken only by the endless, mindless hiss of the rain. He looked at his own hand. It was shaking. blade runner 1982
“You’re a monster,” Kael said.
He fell into the pool of rain at Kael’s feet. The water rippled, then went still. The replicant turned
He took a step closer. Kael raised the rifle, sighting on the center of Lucian’s chest. broken only by the endless
He squeezed the trigger.
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