Now I know there's no one I can trust - I used to think there was
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
The confession is met with a wildly unimpressed stare. "See, that's why ya need a doctor. Even if it's just someone who can bang down yer door to remind ya to take care of yerself." Which would be Bart's only version of a house call. And he'd charge overtime for it too, just to make a point to people like Fox. "Thinkin' of settin' up a clinic instead of rebuilding the one in the temple. Keep it nice and removed from any religious overtones." Or any firebrand fingers given the history of the place.
"I can rip one offa one of those trees," he offers, though it's a bit of a gruff thing, clearly reluctant. The recalcitrant look only deepens the moment Fox offers him an out though. "Nah, I want my revenge. You do - whatever it is yer gonna do to get 'em in the open. I'll go get a stick." He ventures off to do just that, pulling at one of the heartier branches to break it off the trunk and then stripping the outer bark with his fingers stubbornly to make the edge a little sharper. It's not much, but with enough force it'll be decent at stabbing.
"I can rip one offa one of those trees," he offers, though it's a bit of a gruff thing, clearly reluctant. The recalcitrant look only deepens the moment Fox offers him an out though. "Nah, I want my revenge. You do - whatever it is yer gonna do to get 'em in the open. I'll go get a stick." He ventures off to do just that, pulling at one of the heartier branches to break it off the trunk and then stripping the outer bark with his fingers stubbornly to make the edge a little sharper. It's not much, but with enough force it'll be decent at stabbing.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
let weakness disappear
let weakness disappear
BARTHOLOMEW
