"No problem." A beat that stretches on for goddamn ever, that is full of bitter tension and resentment for a version of Locus that isn't exactly in existence anymore.

"I want to hit you. I'm not gonna, but fuck if I don't want to. You had a knife at someone that was the closest thing to a kid brother I ever had. You tried to murder a woman I love." Loved? Is it still past tense when he's the one that's dead? Either way that....that's never really gonna go away. A chunk of him is always gonna be Carolina's. "Taking your legal due, ok. That's one thing. Rolling over on your back and just letting me hurt you cuz you've learned regret, that's fucked up."