“You know what you need to do. And don’t gimme any mouth about it—you won’t have to do this stuff for too much longer. I got one more grand plan in mind, and then that’s it. But I’m gonna tell you something—call it my pre-10 counseling… You’re gonna figure it out as you get older, so you might as well know now.”
Loud jets of water rinsed the car for a second time, before more soapy rollers. Dita groaned at the thought of another of Kos’s grand plans.
“There’re times in life when you gotta do things you don’t like. Times when you might have to do quote-in-quote bad things—even kill—just to get by.”
Dita’s brows cast shadows on her eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that, now, you know I said it before—and with your birthday coming up and all—” Kos pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow.
“All I’m saying’s if you wanna survive in this world, sometimes killing’s necessary. You’d best wrap your head around that, Edyta Mazurek.”
Dita breathed through her nose, wrinkled her chin, and made duck lips in response.
[Dita Versus the World]