He's quiet for a minute, and his face goes oddly blank. Then he shakes his head. "NO," He says. "He has to... make up for things not motherfucking done. HE HAS TO GET ON MAKING UP IN SHOW FOR THINGS NOT DONE PRIOR. Going off to be a motherfucking monster up in this again, brother, be what all he was brought for initial. SHOULD HOPE HIS FRIENDS AIN'T AROUND FOR THAT."

He smirks and it's empty. It don't reach his eyes. "Should make as to fix that soonlike. HE'S SURE THERE'S A MOTHERFUCKER WHAT CAN BE ABOUT SCHOOLFEEDING A BROTHER THE STROKE AND STRIDE THROUGH WATERS. Drowning ain't a thing what he'd want none either." He shrugs off the shudder. He ain't got time for fear of such.

"IF THERE'S ANY WHAT YOU AIN'T WANT DEAD, DON'T LET THEM NEAR," He warns.