then , he reached down , grabbing his axe from the puddle beside him . he swirls the contents of the glass and stares at me like i stabbed him in the back . why did i get the feeling that i probably just lost the best thing that 's happened to me since the death of my parent 's ? how could something so right go so f**king wrong ? i mused about it for a little while . bad for them that they 'd used the guns to burst into jo-jo 's salon . 