[He stares back. He can almost hear Rody's trembling, yelling voice in his ear:
'YOU KNOW EXACT WHO'S WAITING FOR YOU!'
He waits to feel some of that imagined horror. Guilt. Something.
There's nothing there but a dull pleasure at remembering that man's face. Of seeing, and like in a mirror experiencing it through his extreme reactions.
That was all.]
Nothing.
[He pauses, and realize how his words might be construed]
no subject
'YOU KNOW EXACT WHO'S WAITING FOR YOU!'
He waits to feel some of that imagined horror. Guilt. Something.
There's nothing there but a dull pleasure at remembering that man's face. Of seeing, and like in a mirror experiencing it through his extreme reactions.
That was all.]
Nothing.
[He pauses, and realize how his words might be construed]
Dying and feeling nothing scares me.