Think about a night like that often enough, you'll ask yourself a lot of questions. Most of them about yourself. The kind of person you are. What you'll do and why and when you'll do it. What you believe in. What you really believe in.
Charlie HustonShe makes a stone-face, drops her voice an octave.
-No. No. No. My name is Joe Pitt and I don't do nuthin' I don't want to do and I won't even listen because I don't know a good thing when I have it and I'd rather be all fucked up and tragic and go hurt people.
What's inside is inside for a reason.
What's hidden is hidden for a reason.
What's buried is buried for a reason.
Like I was ever normal. Like I was ever any different from how I am now. A cure won't make me better. It'll just make me more like a regular son of a bitch. Like the Vyrus makes you into something else. It doesn't. If you get it, if you survive, it's because you were already the kind of person who will drink blood.
Charlie HustonShe reaches up and ties the strip of black cloth so that it covers my dead eye.
“Now, go Arrghh.
“Arrghh.
She nods.
“There. You’re a pirate.
There something I can do to get this over with quick? Like, can I just run in front of a cab and take my lumps and we call it even? As opposed to you cutting off my nose and all, I mean.
Charlie HustonI could flay you and wear your skin as a cloak, and caper in the streets in the moonlight. But some might consider that crass treatment of a guest."
I nod.
“Well, some people got no sense of humor, do they?"
“I am one of those people.
The man breeds lies. He spawns them asexually, with no need for any assistance. He exhales and lies fill the air. Alone in a room, he mutters lies to himself to keep from falling into the trap of truth-telling. In the day, sleeping in his bed, deep in the safest heart of Coalition headquarters, he dreams in lies. The better to keep his left hand from knowing what betrayals his right has planned.
Charlie HustonYeah, good to see you too.
Her hand stays on the gun.
“Did I say it was good to see you, Joe?
“No, but I always try to read between the lines. Figured you going for your gun was how you express affection these days.
The enforcer takes an envelope from his side jacket pocket and drops it in one of the scummy puddles.
I look at Predo.
“You rehearse that move in advance?
He shrugs.
“Actually, not. This one has initiative.
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