“Which
doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.” Or maybe it did and he was
just too damn stubborn to see it. “You think
you know enough about me. But that’s not all that matters.”

_{“… what does matter then?” he asked, “i would rather do what i want and while sometimes it gets people killed? it doesn’t matter.” or so he thought at least, “i know enough that you’ll stop me from pulling something stupid, but the real question is simple: do you want to?”}