‘ I have been generous until now ‘ - for Logan! 🙌🏽
He spits out of the side on to the ground like he's chewing tobacco. A hawk pitoo so filled with testorone and frayed nervd-addled cottonmouth laced with hate there's nothing left between them but the spit and the rise and fall of the loogie and his utter contempt. "You've been a pain in the ass until now, lady."
You tortured me. You used me. I am so fucking used to it, though that it hardly matters. A blip on the radar. You keep me stupid. And yet, this moment of respite and lucidity is a burden and a burning load of shit from Satan's asscrack masquerading as a salve.
"And that ain't gonna change, is it?"
"You said you'd help me get home when this she-bang is over. I'll hold you to that because I can't do nothin' else."
"BUT I can be a spiteful, arrogant little snot too, bub."
He raises his chin and extends a middle claw, a sharp pierce of his bone through skin that doesn't so much as make him blink. The sound is flesh and muscle slinking and tearing. Hudson's work. Again, he's used to the torture, used to the pain. Feels like home, but an abusive one where your Dad hits you for smiling or breathing too loud. So you beat him back. Two for flinching.
She is both familiar and beneath him. She's barely worth a frown. She knows who she is and what she does. He's met real devils and demons before and he's not impressed by this imitation.
"Kiss my ass."