"Yeah, I talked to him. Asshole as always, he was." A scowl. "And fine, maybe I was too, a little bit. Asked him how drunk he was, something like that. No, it was -- if he even knew whose blood that was, or if he was that drunk before he started eating. And he said something like, you could ask them, but they're dead."
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Date: 2021-08-18 11:01 pm (UTC)He pauses there, watching for Max's reaction.