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Mark and Desmond slump down against the basement wall. Demon-killing is exhausting work.

Mark stares blankly for a moment then looks at Desmond. “I’m so sorry. It just came out.”

Desmond wipes demon slime off his axe. “It’s fine.”

“No.” Mark puts down his dagger, still dirty. “I mean, thank you. That’s kind. But it’s not fine. Obviously it’s not fine.”

“Don’t stress about it.” He pulls a plastic bottle out of his coat and pours oil over the axe.

Mark picks up the dagger and starts wiping it off. “I don’t even know why I said that.”

Desmond passes him the bottle. “Said what?”

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