20 Years
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Veronica:
I've never known a life any different than the one I've always lived. The life I have seems normal enough to me.
Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, load gun, and I'm on my way.
See? Normal... well normal enough for someone who was born during an apocalypse.
Troy:
What's 20 years for someone who saw time as merely a means to an end? What's 20 years to someone who didn't care about anything, but the skin on his back ? What's 20 years other than her whole life... and not even a speck of mine..? 20 years, and she'll be mine.
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