He was like that - he wanted to have the big moment all for himself.
That was how he was, wanting the grand finale to himself.
He'd never wanted part of the big moment, least of all to himself.
A cat sits on a window sill.
The kids are painting.
Men are outside in front of a flag.
People are working.
The assassin licked the blood of the Kal off his blade.
The Kurdish and Iraqis are going to Somalia and Ethiopia, aren't they?