[ And finally, she gets something other than the zen impassivity he's offered her in the midst of her near-palpable rage — and it's a derisive laugh, harsh and sharp. ]

It would've been fired regardless. Somebody has a twitchy trigger finger, I'm sure. Killed him while he was cavorting around after.

[ Set. He was interrupted before he could crush his shard, but he'd held it in his fist. He was ready to finally put an end to him.

Oh, well. ]

I don't got shit to apologize for.

You think a lot about killing yourself though, don't you? Fuckin' weird, trying to project that on to others when you could be sorting your own shit out first. Maybe you should focus on that.