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Zim ducked behind a stalagmite, hiding from the shadows flickering around the cave.
“You know what the most fucked up part is?” The voice echoed off the walls. “I don’t even care that he’s dead. I don’t miss him. I didn’t love him.”
He hit something solid and fell to the floor.
Gaz looked down at him, eyes ablaze with the wrath of a thousand dying suns.
“But nobody gets to kill my brother and get away with it. Not even you.”
She spat out the last word and raised the spiked bat over her head.
“Sweet dreams, invader scum.”