my throat still hurts , my face still hurts , my chest still hurts , my noise keeps pounding me with visions of bad news , of how good a fight ben and cillian managed to put up at the farm , of how long it 'll take mr prentiss jr to find out where i 've gone , of how long it 'll take him to be on his way after me , after us ( not long at all , if he ai n't already ) , so who ruddy cares if she knows how to use a torch .