[ There's a nagging voice at the back of his head: you're a coward, Billy Hargrove. He can talk all day long about the laws of the jungle and what needs to be done but at the end of the day he's a guy who hates being trapped but whose first instinct is to punch the weakest guy in the room rather than offer up his own blood.
And he's alright with that, because he doesn't give a shit about Eddie Munson. He has to wonder what would have happened if it were Max stuck in this room with him, though.
He ignores the yelling and the pained protests. Emotionally he's so far away that it's just background noise, like his own cries must have been to his dad. ]
Do I look like the fucking expert? Just try it, and thank me when it opens.
[ There's a pain in his chest and he ignores it, figuring it's his scar flaring up. Although he doesn't see it beneath his shirt, a black vein-like marking appears near the scar, the first visible sign of his curse. ]
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And he's alright with that, because he doesn't give a shit about Eddie Munson. He has to wonder what would have happened if it were Max stuck in this room with him, though.
He ignores the yelling and the pained protests. Emotionally he's so far away that it's just background noise, like his own cries must have been to his dad. ]
Do I look like the fucking expert? Just try it, and thank me when it opens.
[ There's a pain in his chest and he ignores it, figuring it's his scar flaring up. Although he doesn't see it beneath his shirt, a black vein-like marking appears near the scar, the first visible sign of his curse. ]