Blade Runner | 1982

“You killed children,” Kael snarled.

Lucian nodded, a slow, sorrowful dip of his chin. “I know.” blade runner 1982

Kael knew the protocol. Don’t engage. Don’t listen. Don’t let the machine trick you into seeing a man. But he was tired. So tired of the rain and the grime and the ghost of his own past. He glanced up. “You killed children,” Kael snarled

“Lucian,” Kael said. Flat. Professional. “You killed children

Kael’s finger tightened on the trigger. “Last words?”

He fell into the pool of rain at Kael’s feet. The water rippled, then went still.

He squeezed the trigger.