[And there it was, the single most truth about him that had come to light since heads started popping up left and right- he simply didn’t care as much as the rest. It was gruesome, barbaric, inhuman things they had both witnessed, he knew morally it was wrong, an innocent life taken without any significance. He should have felt more remorse extending beyond his thick skin, he could chock it down to the job wearing on him, growing accustom to the violence that was increasing at rapid rates. A small part hoped that were the case, but lying to himself wouldn’t help him or her; he accepted what he was. Unfeeling.] I don’t think you’ve been here long enough to tell me what this town does or does not need, maybe they should be scared. We can fake whatever we need to get by in the mean time but they already know it, we’re fucked until they make a mistake. [He shrugs, nonchalant and tone aloof, stoic against the heat of the whiskey in his gut, burning, the only thing that seemed to cause any sensation within him.] That’s the truth about it Emma, ‘least I can see than better than you, I’m not going to folly in some fairytale where we come out on top.
