“So what, you spend the rest of your life running?” Didn’t sound like much of a life, constantly looking over your shoulder, constantly nervous and paranoid. “Sometimes, you have to turn and face the music. You can’t run for forever.”

_{there was a shrug. could he run forever? possibly, but he would eventually make his stand. not today, not tomorrow, but eventually he would it just would take time. “i can sure try.” rather, he could try and fail – either way? he didn’t think it mattered too much. not really at least.}