[ There's a sense that they're both treading too honest here, touching things that might as well be secrets. What business did Carver have remembering the dead girl's name? She was no one, just another body left in the ashes. And what business did Gold have, treating this thing with care?
Yet here they are.
Carver tips his head back. ]
You're not one of my people.
[ One day, that's going to make it very simple. ]
But you didn't fuck me up when you could have. That's worth something.
no subject
Yet here they are.
Carver tips his head back. ]
You're not one of my people.
[ One day, that's going to make it very simple. ]
But you didn't fuck me up when you could have. That's worth something.