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The professor spun around to find Gilligan hunched between two plants, holding the revolver with uncharacteristic ease.
"How did you know I'd come here?"
Gilligan shrugged as he stood. "I guessed. But, knowing that botany is your preferred field of study, it seemed logical you'd come here, so I hid here."
–You could easily take that gun from him and kill him now– the evil voice in his head said. –Now, before anyone else finds him!–
"I won't," he retorted angrily.
"Won't what?"
"I won't kill you," he said to cover up his speaking aloud.
Gilligan smiled sadly. "I know."
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