Why. You feel guilty or something? [ he bangs his head back again, fingers curling into claws against his upper arms. ] I woulda' killed your kid brother. I woulda' let him burn. I'd have laughed.
[ come on, lynch. fuck him up, get it over with, and let him out. ]
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[ come on, lynch. fuck him up, get it over with, and let him out. ]