yourunichase | A crack in the mirror.

Yeah, actually.

If we exclude the odd bruise.

Odd bruises, huh? That's what you get for fighting. How many did you end up having?

I... have not bothered to count.

You're a fucking idiot, Paddy-cakes.

You don't meed to tell me.

I just... look, Parker, I fucking needed that, so let it go.

Fine.

...Parker.

Look, I know I was stupid. I just needed to... get it fucking out of my system. It's why I boxed as a fucking kid.

Now I could do with the fucking company, please.

I'm glad you got it out of your system. I was worried. ~~Still fucking am.~~

Alright. Poker?

Don't you worry about me. I know what I'm doing.

Nah, something else. Just a fucking drink, or... I dunno. A film or sommat. I don't care, really, but I've played enough poker to be betting for my shoes next week.

Just a drink works. I'm not in the mood for a film. I don't have the attention span for it today.

Yeah, me too. Drink sounds fucking good. I just...

Parker, I still don't like being alone in here.

Why? Do you want me to come there?

Because I... feel kind of trapped. Like someone's shut me in here. It's just the port, I know that, but... shit.

Well, either that, or I can come to you.

I'll come over. Fuck feeling trapped.

Thanks, Parker.

[And a few minutes later Parker knocked on his door, hoping that he had booze cause she didn't.]

[He definitely did have booze, and was already into it a little, so opened his door and nodded for her to come inside, instantly feeling more comfortable with someone else in the room. Someone he trusted in the room.]

[Parker nodded and walked in, looking around before she dropped down to take a seat. She was worried about him, but she kept the concern off her face.] Alright, Paddy-cakes, booze me up.

[Paddy poured her a whiskey and thrust it at her, then sat down himself,] Booze ahoy, Parker, booze ahoy.

How's it going, anyway?

[She took the glass and took a large drink of it with a scowl.]

Denise won't let me graduate until I can leave and not fucking kill my father. Which... I'm probably never gonna do.

[Paddy took a large drink himself]

Yeah, but how much shit did you think you'd never fucking do when you got here, Parker?

There's other fucking solutions. Don't write shit off, Parker. You never know.

This is different. The Centre needs to fucking go down and my father [the words were so spat] and Raines need to be stopped. No one is going to be safe until the and the Centre are gone.

[He sighed, because he didn't want to be arguing with her, but still,] Yeah, Parker, and if you can only think of killing as a way of stopping something, she's fucking right. Hate to point it out, but she is. You're right, it does need to be fucking stopped, but... you can do other shit. You can come up with better shit. You're more intelligent than that.

Because justice is going to work to bring him down. I don't even know who killed Thomas, and four people died to stop the investigation. How many more do you think the Centre would have killed in order to stop them from being brought down? Thousands. At least, including me. I'm not doing this out of vengeance, it's justice for what they've done to everyone they've ever touched.

[Paddy shook his head,] Parker, if there's one thing I fucking learned, it's that killing people never works out to be justice. The bitch that killed my daughter, and gave me an addiction that should have fucking killed me, thought that she was giving out justice for what I'd done to her daughter.

It wasn't justice. Don't drag yourself into Hell to dump people there to stay. Because the likelihood is that you're stayin' with them.

[He paused awkwardly and had a drink,] Parker, it ain't my place to argue this shit out with you, but... I can't fucking fault her, here.

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