I looked down at the blood that caked my hands They all lay in pile at my feet, blood surrounding them all like a river. I had just murdered a hall full of murderers I became a murderer Twylla Heather is stiiiilll watching u steal my boards
When Bruce comes in with bloody hands and an even bloodier grimace, nobody asks a single question. Not about the bruise on his cheek, nor the way his knuckles are busted. Nobody fucks with him and gets away with it.