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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Not getting someone else killed.

[He sniffs.]

Especially if they're untested.

[pharadyne]

I'm not saying rush in willy-nilly with the first person at hand. I mean strategize. Even if it means he walks away temporarily, isn't it better if you plan and get him in the end instead of him getting you and going off to continue being a sadistic arse?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I'm not an idiot. If I thought I could have walked, I would have walked.

But I couldn't. Didn't know who he was until he was already pissed.

[pharadyne]

So this was more of a...if you have to go you'll go out spitting on his shoes sort of thing.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Exactly.

That acceptable enough for you?

[pharadyne]

Well, I'd rather you not die at all, of course, but under the circumstances I'd do the same. Get what bit of my own back that I could before the end.

And if he were an inmate here instead of a temporary visitor, I'd be pressing his warden to request a deeply unpleasant punishment for him. I don't care for senseless murder.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Jacob groans.]

Small fucking comfort. I don't care about him.

And before you hear it somewhere else, Abel's goddamn visitor stabbed me in the shoulder. John pulled him off.

Guess that makes us even.

[pharadyne]

Makes who even. You and John?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Me and Abel.

[He peers out at him with one eye.]

Got no quarrel with John.

[pharadyne]

I thought maybe there was a fight I'd missed. There's so many it's hard to keep track.

I didn't like Abel's guest.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He was a prick.

But at least I understood him.

[pharadyne]

How's that? Aside from the quick to violence bit. Soldier with a mission?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Protection.

[It means so much to him. Cain might be fucking evil with it, but at least he gets it.]

[pharadyne]

I see. Although it's Abel who's the sacrifice.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

It's not an exact fucking match!

[He coughs, his throat hurting from it all.]

But - I suppose.

[pharadyne]

I never said it was.

[Jacob's cough is a reminder that this probably isn't the best time to talk about that sort of thing.]

Sorry, I ought to let you rest. Sleep off your killer hangover. Or killee hangover?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He just turns over, flipping him off. He doesn't intend on talking later, but somehow he doubts he can escape it.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton gives a light chuckle at Jacob's gesture. There will be other times to corner him to talk.]