We wouldn't give up until Casimir's killer had been identified.
"As long as he's out there, we're in mortal danger," Sanford insisted, addressing us all in a solemn, self-important manner that--for once--didn't seem overblown or inappropriate. "We have to act as a team and work together for as long as it takes. Because if we don't, we might not get through this."
It's funny; I hate so much about my life. I hate the cramps, and the nausea, and the boredom, and the listlessness. I hate surviving on guinea pigs, and not being able to get a decent haircut. But that night, when it came to choosing between life and death, I didn't hesitate. Not for one second.
I didn't want to end up as a pile of ashes on a bedroom floor.