He killed a man on a train in Turkey, without regret, an anonymous man who threatened his woman.
Pushed him through the door at speed while the cars hugged sheer cliffsides on bluffs over raging seas.
He'd do it again, now, tonight, to protect another woman, on another night beneath another moon, if he thought it would help.
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