[ the blood, the guts, the obvious fact that she'll be dead in five minutes whether he does anything or not - evan watches her. watches the smile, the look at this bullshit gesture toward her dying frame, the way she doesn't move even to try and protect herself from his cleaver should he choose to use it.
she doesn't beg, either. but the ones who've been here for a while usually don't. they know it's usually useless.
she does make a vulgar comment, which makes him snort. ]
Not me. Maybe the ghost.
[ he keeps watching her. she won't be much longer. ]
no subject
she doesn't beg, either. but the ones who've been here for a while usually don't. they know it's usually useless.
she does make a vulgar comment, which makes him snort. ]
Not me. Maybe the ghost.
[ he keeps watching her. she won't be much longer. ]
You're finished without me gettin' involved.