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[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]

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Yeah, at least you ain't crying over me. [realizes his smoke is burnt down to the filter and takes out a fresh one] It did.

[frowns a little] What happened?

Someone went nuts an' I had to use what I could to stop 'im.

[nods a bit] Dead?

Yeah. Dead.

You don't seem like the type to kill unless you have to. I imagine that was the case.

I didn't have any time to find a different way. It was him or her.

Her?

The kid.

How is she?

Banged up and clingy but otherwise fine considering.

[seems lost in thought, then nods] You saved her. That's important.

Someone had to.

Someone has to make the choice.

Yeah, someone does. Looks like I'm th' one that's gotta shoulder it.

Someone always does. That's the catch with choices. They stay with you.

[smiles thinly] Preachin' t' th' choir; preachin' t' th' choir.

[laughs a little] Forgive me, Father.

[blows smoke and relaxes slightly] Nah, it's good.

If you say so. [nods slightly] If you ever do need to talk, I understand. But! For now, best to focus on her, I imagine.

She's back home with her folks. The rest of the town's hanging out there, or at the doctor's for the other people that got hurt.

Maybe they'd like to have you around?

Mebbe later on. I ain't in a good mood right now.

I figured as much. Still, you've got all the time in the world out here.

Yeah, that I do.