Patrick tossed the tablet like a frisbee. It slid across the glass floor and flipped over the side into the netting. “I’d say he’s full of shit,” Karnage said. Patrick smiled. “Of course you would. That’s exactly the sort of thing you’d say, isn’t it?” “Of course it is. I just fucking well said it.” Patrick wagged a finger at Karnage. “You’ve been very naughty. You didn’t tell me you could overcome your little ‘handicap.’ It was quite clever of you, really. You certainly showed me up with that trick, I’ll grant you. Tell me, Major. What did you think of my little trick?” “You mean that thing where I killed you and you didn’t stay dead?” Patrick nodded. “Quite something, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you like to know how it works?” “I’d rather you just stayed dead.” Patrick languidly shook his head. “That’s not true. You’re curious. And why wouldn’t you be? Imagine what you could do if you could cheat death?” “There’s some who’d say I’ve been doin’ that all my life.”
