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He didn’t care what he had to say. All the mattered was that he had turned to walk away, that the door was opened now. He studied Gabriel’s frame, having forgotten the threat that had lingered in his mind earlier. He could have easily killed him, but he supposed he was going to let Hybrid do that. Pilot watched, waiting for the door to slam shut and the light to cease blinding him.

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