[Pure shit is right. Jeff starts spilling and Will's face changes, at first like he's just smelled and tasted something particular foul. Beyond the fact White killed him, even, a more lingering sort of sickening. Had Jeff's portion of rent, the money he used to help fuel this house of Will's, come from Walter? Awful. But he keeps his mirror lean of Jeff, save the sudden tension in his shoulders. Tension that leaks out at such a label.]
You could say that anyone who makes or deals drugs is a mass murderer.
[Implying a commonness, a less than special quality to the man who killed him? Of course he is. For the moment, that's all he has to say. Continue, sir.]
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You could say that anyone who makes or deals drugs is a mass murderer.
[Implying a commonness, a less than special quality to the man who killed him? Of course he is. For the moment, that's all he has to say. Continue, sir.]