[he snorts, tilting his head back - with his phone on his shoulder, pressed to his ear, as he lifts his knife high into the sky to press it against the light, see how it glints.]
Sure does like to sleep talk, doesn't she? [a beat,] What was even the point of that?
[a pause, while he looks over the knife] Didn't they realize from the moment they were brought there, that the bastard can kill them whenever he likes?
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[was Thorfinn actually... no, that was nuts, right?]
-- Tch. Not for that crazy bitch's lack of tryin', I ain't.
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Sure does like to sleep talk, doesn't she? [a beat,] What was even the point of that?
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[he really doesn't feel like getting into it again]
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[he hesitates]
People're surprised. I can't believe they are.
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[a pause, while he looks over the knife] Didn't they realize from the moment they were brought there, that the bastard can kill them whenever he likes?
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[a sharp, dismissive noise]
They don't get it -- that they're owned.
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Don't get yourself killed.
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[another pause, at that added mutter]
...Yeah. Where're you?
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If ya hunt 'em all, there won't be no more.
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So? What are you so busy for that you can't beat that bitch's ass?
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Lookin' for somebody.
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