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questions asked, as often as necessary to keep our brother’s lifework going.
And keep his ‘do gooder’ friend from also dying in the process.”
Pausing for breath, Rory exclaimed, “If we don’t do this, then it was
all for nothin’, the fuggin’ worst waste of a Godly life, and the Devil’s
cruelest joke on those who know him all too well.” With an irreverent
laugh, he admitted through clinched teeth, “Like me and my brothers
who dance with him daily in fighting for a Free Ireland, while you two
were out there saving a world I’m not sure is worth saving. Sean himself
would be screaming at us for asking this of you. Being unfair and probably
endangering your life, we are.” Staring down at the gravesite, he added “But
then, that’s nothing new for you two, is it?”
Fury finally gave way to regret as Skye hissed, “It should’ve been me!
I was up to my ass in a cholera epidemic 10 miles away when Sean was
hacked to death for helping someone in need, no matter their tribe.
Because I wasn’t there. I was supposed to be, while he handled the
outbreak. But he made me go since his latest patient had complications.
You should be talking to Sean, while y’all sprinkle half my ashes in a
friggin’ Coastal Georgia high tide, and the other half on the Isle of Skye.”

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