Prompt: Enemies

A Fine Line

"Is it getting a little too hot for you in there, daroga? Or does it remind you of home, long years ago? Cool Parisian summer evenings must not well suit your desert-born blood. You were never my friend, you know. Until the end, you are just another thorn in my side. No, I have not kept my word, but then you were a fool to once save my life. And now look what you have done, and gaze upon he with whom you will die. Enjoy the heat. Reminisce. Be friends with him in death, for you are none of mine."