“So,” Dalton thumped Chris’s chest, “are you breathing?”

“No.” Chris had his arms folded under his head and was staring at the stars. He was still angry.

Dalton peered over the city. The night belonged to them. “Will you listen to me?”

“Someone is gonna die.”

“Why do you like playing around with my narrow scope of reality?” Dalton knew someone always died, whether by his hands or God’s. It was just the way things worked.

“I think I’m breaking down.” Chris finally sat up.

“Live with it.” Dalton grumbled.

“But I don’t get it.”

“Can you feel that?” Time for a subject change. Maybe if Chris felt the emotion of the city…

“You’ve woken up the demon in me.”

“Open up your hate, and let it flow into me.” Dalton grinned.

“The world is a scary place.”

“Another taste of the evil I breed.”

“Living my life’s not hard enough.”

“Always whining.” Dalton stood.

“Don’t turn away!”

“I pray you’ve heard the words I’ve spoken.” Dalton leapt into the darkness.

“Deny everything.”