Immediately, erupting out of him sharper than anything he's yet said-
"YOU'RE CHRIST FOR MURDER?!"
He feels like he's going nuts. Hey, this beautiful dame was born to inherit the throne of the God of murder. Good luck, Hawk! He's been prepared for some strange situations but this- he doesn't even know what to be angry at. The concept of magic, maybe, Fever, definitely, her father, certainly, himself? Jury's out. Worse than going nuts. Worse than when he's had pranks played on him, worse than that time Tommy kept swapping milk cartons with him and insisting that he was just misremembering how much milk he'd drunk. This whole island is one big damn joke and Hawk isn't laughing anymore. And he slept with her- was she imagining him with his throat slit under her the whole time? The hand on his belly tangled up in his intestines? Oh sure, she wants to not do that anymore, he buys it- he genuinely does, he has to, this is Fever he's talking about- but what? She feels bad, so it goes away? There's craters in Korea where villages used to be that would say otherwise. Hawk is a man who loves peace, Goddamnit, he loves life and the beating of a human heart like nothing else, why did he have to fall in love with a war?
Hawk's manicured nails drag down the back of his neck.
"Give- give me a minute. Just give me a minute. I need you to give me a minute."
cw reference to gore
"YOU'RE CHRIST FOR MURDER?!"
He feels like he's going nuts. Hey, this beautiful dame was born to inherit the throne of the God of murder. Good luck, Hawk! He's been prepared for some strange situations but this- he doesn't even know what to be angry at. The concept of magic, maybe, Fever, definitely, her father, certainly, himself? Jury's out. Worse than going nuts. Worse than when he's had pranks played on him, worse than that time Tommy kept swapping milk cartons with him and insisting that he was just misremembering how much milk he'd drunk. This whole island is one big damn joke and Hawk isn't laughing anymore. And he slept with her- was she imagining him with his throat slit under her the whole time? The hand on his belly tangled up in his intestines? Oh sure, she wants to not do that anymore, he buys it- he genuinely does, he has to, this is Fever he's talking about- but what? She feels bad, so it goes away? There's craters in Korea where villages used to be that would say otherwise. Hawk is a man who loves peace, Goddamnit, he loves life and the beating of a human heart like nothing else, why did he have to fall in love with a war?
Hawk's manicured nails drag down the back of his neck.
"Give- give me a minute. Just give me a minute. I need you to give me a minute."