[ Alex had known bravado. People who bragged about how bad ass they were, the fools they'd dealt with, the hard lives they'd had.
He'd known killers, too. Had witnessed it.
Had watched Amos shoot a man in the head, for even thinking about hurting Naomi.
And he'd slept perfectly fine, that night. Not like the times he'd gotten innocent people killed, just because they weren't his family. (Was it worse, to let 20 innocent people die to save one you cared about; or to kill thirty seven guilty men?)
He didn't know. Just like he didn't know how to feel, at all, as he raised the hand to his mouth, fingers sliding over to cover it as if that somehow made it easier to think.
It didn't. ]
Jesus Christ, Frank.
[ It was a very quiet statement, though the tone was not condemning. It was closer to shock, and sympathy, than it was to disgust. ]
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He'd known killers, too. Had witnessed it.
Had watched Amos shoot a man in the head, for even thinking about hurting Naomi.
And he'd slept perfectly fine, that night. Not like the times he'd gotten innocent people killed, just because they weren't his family. (Was it worse, to let 20 innocent people die to save one you cared about; or to kill thirty seven guilty men?)
He didn't know. Just like he didn't know how to feel, at all, as he raised the hand to his mouth, fingers sliding over to cover it as if that somehow made it easier to think.
It didn't. ]
Jesus Christ, Frank.
[ It was a very quiet statement, though the tone was not condemning. It was closer to shock, and sympathy, than it was to disgust. ]