Resident Evil Volume 6 Chapter 27
of suffering, they also had the wet, glassy, faraway look of someone leaving it all behind, someone about to be free of pain and fear. "Right ... pocket..." Rodrigo whispered. "The an- gel ... gave ... for luck." Rodrigo took a slow, deep breath, and let it out just as slowly, an exhalation that seemed to go on forever, and then he was gone. Chris automatically closed his half-open eyes, simul- taneously sad and relieved at Rodrigo's passing, the end of a life but also an end to dying. Rest, friend. Sighing, Chris reached into Rodrigo's pocket, felt skin-warmed metal - and pulled out the scuffed, heavy old lighter that he'd given to Claire himself, a long time ago. For luck. Chris held it to his chest, suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of love for his sister. She'd carried the lighter with her everywhere for years, but had given it up to ease the mind of a dying man, possibly one of the men responsi- ble for her capture. He slipped it into his pocket and stood, glad that…
