“Uh I killed a fuckin’ DRAGON. I don’ run from SHIT no more. I figure one, ‘f yer gonna kill me ya woulda already done it, two on th’off chance that yer layin’ waitin’ t’do it well then at least it’ll beat bein’ shot an’ left in a ditch by that BITCH Russian.”
He shrugs, arms crossed at the notion before drawing in a deep breath and shrugging arms outstretched to emphasize his resignation.
“Dunno ‘bout you but I LIKE it when people act like m’dumb. Makes it sweeter when I wipe th’floor with their sorry fuckin’ asses.”
“not everything can be solved by acting.”
truthfully, he would have enjoyed it if everything could be, but reality was complicated. sometimes, ky put on a show just for flare, and other times it was needed. more to the point, he would rather show up dressed for the ‘part’ rather than in something comfortable… even if he didn’t enjoy it.
“sometimes, you have to be yourself, and hope for the best.”