But he does not even want to try to speak

"Minoth!"

His arm was shaking. His arm never shook.

"What about everything we said?" Addam's own lip was twitching, and he bit the blood into view. "What about Flora?"

He didn't have to be standing close to see the trigger begin to depress; he knew the telltale set of Minoth's jaw all too well. This, then, would be the first time Minoth, the cast-aside half-breed of all designations, did something by halves.

Well, not quite. He'd always had two guns. Just now, there was a use for them.

Hideously poetic, that Minoth should still get to die with his Driver.