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[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.]