[He doesn't even sound sorry. He doesn't even sound - he just sounds like sure, yeah, I killed him. No big, right? He's older now. Maybe he's had time to process it. Maybe he's had time to live with it. But he doesn't sound like it tears him up inside, not like it might have torn up the kid who'd only ever shot cans prior to then.]
In the eye. Without even thinking.
[He sounds a bit too much like a little kid enthusing about the latest John Wayne movie, more than anything.]
no subject
In the eye. Without even thinking.
[He sounds a bit too much like a little kid enthusing about the latest John Wayne movie, more than anything.]
Just - bang. Crack shot.