It doesn't do anything to dissipate that sick feeling, but at least Callaghan isn't trying to kill him right now. Small favors and all that. One might have assumed that finding Abigail alive and intact would have lessened the man's drive to murder him, and maybe it has, but the look on Callaghan's face during this whole encounter suggests that forgiving and forgetting are probably out of the question.
And this is the only person in the city that he knows. And that little exchange with the gang....
Krei swallows hard, tasting blood, and fishes around inside his suit jacket with his clean hand for a handkerchief. He rises to his feet unsteadily, then pauses for a moment to let the world stop spinning around him before mopping up as much of the blood from his face and hand as he can. Call him vain, but the idea of wandering around this city looking like the victim in a horror movie doesn't really sit well with him. Finally he presses the folded, gory handkerchief to his lip.
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It doesn't do anything to dissipate that sick feeling, but at least Callaghan isn't trying to kill him right now. Small favors and all that. One might have assumed that finding Abigail alive and intact would have lessened the man's drive to murder him, and maybe it has, but the look on Callaghan's face during this whole encounter suggests that forgiving and forgetting are probably out of the question.
And this is the only person in the city that he knows. And that little exchange with the gang....
Krei swallows hard, tasting blood, and fishes around inside his suit jacket with his clean hand for a handkerchief. He rises to his feet unsteadily, then pauses for a moment to let the world stop spinning around him before mopping up as much of the blood from his face and hand as he can. Call him vain, but the idea of wandering around this city looking like the victim in a horror movie doesn't really sit well with him. Finally he presses the folded, gory handkerchief to his lip.
"Where are we going?"