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[inthebiblicalsense]

And I'm not going to make you, but I'm not leaving, and apparently neither are you any time soon, especially if you're going to act like this.

[He needs to sit down, but he doesn't want to. Something about showing Jacob how terrible he feels even if he is very much aware of how it actually is feels wrong.]

So either you're going to be stuck here, stagnating forever in purgatory, or you're going let me know my enemy.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He laughs at that.]

The boy can learn.

But I'm not helping you. You lost that fucking chance.

[He does stand and turn towards the door. Still no red.]

And I don't give a shit about being here. I was supposed to die. I am the sacrifice.

I don't want to be anything else.

So move, kid. I don't want to hurt you.

[inthebiblicalsense]

Seems to me like you do give a shit. This isn't death, and it certainly isn't hell or where ever you thought you might end up. You're not just sitting around doing nothing, you have friends, connections.

Dead men don't have those, and they certainly don't desperately try to do what ever the fuck you thought you were doing with all this bullshit.

[Abel isn't moving.] You try touching me again and I'll shoot you.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He smiles.]

Good. You should. [He points to his forehead.]

Right there. Now get out of my way, you're not worth the trouble I'd get in for doing it myself.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He wonders if the stun gun at his hip would be more affective with a headshot than a body shot. The skin was thinner, perhaps, though it wasn't meant to do real damage.

He wasn't here for that, he was supposed to be here to help people.] Trust me, I wouldn't hesitate.

[He does hesitate though as he considers Jacob, thinking about the trouble he's already in. He'd tried to fix it, and he can admit that perhaps he could have done more, but his fumbling of this, his immediate failure with Jacob, that had hurt Norton, even if the conclusion of this hadn't even been about him at all. It was still a failure.]

Fine. Norton doesn't deserve having to deal with your bullshit any more than he already is anyway, and I'm not going to be the one that adds to it.

[He does move, just barely. As soon as Jacob leaves he's going to sink into that couch and fall apart.]

I better see you in the gym, Jacob. Not this week, but shortly after.

You've still got work to do.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Norton, of course Norton. He wonders briefly if his goddamn warden was on his knees for Abel. He stalks past him, hands in his pockets.]

Get fucked, boy. I quit.

[And maybe he actually will. He needs more than a day to think about it, though. He heads down the stairs and away.]

[inthebiblicalsense]

[Well actually it was the other way around, but who's asking? Abel certainly isn't going to share.

He watches him walk away, and honestly? He would be surprised if he quit. When he's far enough away, he will sink down into one of the chairs, head in his hands.

Jacob was a liar. He'd be back, he was sure of it.]