Make it up to me by lighting up.

[See, he’s watching Jason squirm. Watching those braincells try to make sense of Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson, a thousand conspiracies forming. His eyes are wild as he looks between them and Billy has always thrived under attention. ]

Y’know, Munson. Carver here was always a real narc.

[Observations; memories.] Must really fucking blow to go out knowing God doesn’t give a shit.