Frank
snorted. Long ago had the notion of staying
alive gone from him. He was a machine, more or less, doing whatever he was
programmed to do. Especially now. “Right…
has fun.” He repeated, eyeing the other suspiciously for a moment. “I wonder
what someone like you does for fun.”
❝ depends on the day, but usually? several beers, girls, and someones just a slight dash of what the kids call murder. ❞ for most people, they lifted an eyebrow at the last comment, and took it as a joke. though, at the same time, he was in just enough of a good mood that ky’lar was being quite serious this time around,
❝ then again, it differs from day to day —- ‘specially when dear ol’ dad shows up. ❞
“What category would you lump yourself into,
then, Kid?” Frank asked blankly, “Everything’s perspective, objective… subjective, some such bullshit…”
❝ the one that SURVIVES. ❞ it wasn’t exactly the truth, but it was accurate for the moment, and only due to the fact the kid WANTED to stay alive most days. of course, on other days, it was a COMPLETELY different story, but that was life — at least to him,
Hellfirebound 