Judge not, lest ye be punched in the face for being a self-righteous prick. - Jim C. Hines

He hoped he hadn’t killed the guard. He had come here to help the goblins. Though eliminating some of the stupider guards might be construed as helping. He would have to think about that later.

“What happened?”
“Nothing serious, as long as I’m careful.”
“You’re doomed,” she said.

She didn’t argue. That, more than anything else, told me she hadn’t fully recovered from everything she’d been through. A year ago, she would have argued with me on principle, secure in her teenage sense of immortality and invulnerability.