Yes, I'm rapidly getting that impression. You have to be aware I'm trying to give you control, so that you stop feeling the need to preemptively defend against me.
[His voice is tense, annoyed. He glances over his shoulder at Chilton as he pulls the gloves off, tucking them haphazardly into a pocket.] Working with you is truly in my best interest. It never really was, with Walter. That's the difference.
[It's... a little bit true. But not totally. Money and freedom were great, with Walter, and stalking people was his idea of a good time. There was nothing wrong with it, really. He might have preferred not to get fired. But now that he did, this was in his best interests, especially as he thought Chilton had made that deal with Lucifer; but even without it, that would be the case. For now.
He looks away to draw blood along his forearm, and then tucks the dirtied knife into his expensive black suit, before using his forefinger to write the small sigil on the bottom corner of the mirror.
He says some gutteral word, and the blood on the glass is suddenly dried there.]
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[His voice is tense, annoyed. He glances over his shoulder at Chilton as he pulls the gloves off, tucking them haphazardly into a pocket.] Working with you is truly in my best interest. It never really was, with Walter. That's the difference.
[It's... a little bit true. But not totally. Money and freedom were great, with Walter, and stalking people was his idea of a good time. There was nothing wrong with it, really. He might have preferred not to get fired. But now that he did, this was in his best interests, especially as he thought Chilton had made that deal with Lucifer; but even without it, that would be the case. For now.
He looks away to draw blood along his forearm, and then tucks the dirtied knife into his expensive black suit, before using his forefinger to write the small sigil on the bottom corner of the mirror.
He says some gutteral word, and the blood on the glass is suddenly dried there.]