Well... about 50% of that was appalling, the other 50% of it tragic. None of it good.
"So you say, but my pissed off face has made plenty of people back off when I needed them to or get them to leave me alone when I'm in a bad mood, so I'll just stick with it. Seems to be doing me some favors."
But it's more and more evident what they'd want from Abner. Absolute obedience. Utterly expendable, but with all the time and effort not expendable at all. "I still think you are. Anyway you're human enough that they decided your life is more important than DePleur's. They didn't kill you for what you did. They just roughed you up some- for what sounds like their mistakes."
If he thinks too hard on the system as it is, some extra bullets might make it into his six-shooter for his nightly round of Russian Roulette.
"That might be why they don't care. This new guy offered them a chance to bring in his own brand of... whatever the fuck they did with you. So they could afford to lose him, if it means it might not go wrong." He's glad when they reach the offices where the files are kept. The woman there looks less like she's trying to put on airs. She's here to keep records. She's wearing relatively nice clothes, sure, but they are a little dirty because she doesn't have hired help to work out the stains and she's got on practical boots.
She struggles with a box with a grunt, and Hank's quick with a, "Let me help you with that." Before he's over there, helping catch it before it falls out of her arms. Compared to his massive frame, she seems very small.
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"So you say, but my pissed off face has made plenty of people back off when I needed them to or get them to leave me alone when I'm in a bad mood, so I'll just stick with it. Seems to be doing me some favors."
But it's more and more evident what they'd want from Abner. Absolute obedience. Utterly expendable, but with all the time and effort not expendable at all. "I still think you are. Anyway you're human enough that they decided your life is more important than DePleur's. They didn't kill you for what you did. They just roughed you up some- for what sounds like their mistakes."
If he thinks too hard on the system as it is, some extra bullets might make it into his six-shooter for his nightly round of Russian Roulette.
"That might be why they don't care. This new guy offered them a chance to bring in his own brand of... whatever the fuck they did with you. So they could afford to lose him, if it means it might not go wrong." He's glad when they reach the offices where the files are kept. The woman there looks less like she's trying to put on airs. She's here to keep records. She's wearing relatively nice clothes, sure, but they are a little dirty because she doesn't have hired help to work out the stains and she's got on practical boots.
She struggles with a box with a grunt, and Hank's quick with a, "Let me help you with that." Before he's over there, helping catch it before it falls out of her arms. Compared to his massive frame, she seems very small.