“Yuir an idiot, Madrox,” she said taking the gun from him, her heart beating a mile a minute. He didn’t really think of taking his own life, did he? She was so mad she could hit him, but that would only cause more dupes and one Madrox was hard to deal with.
“Ye think that will bring him back? Or that taking ye life will make me feel better? Ye fecking Eejit!”