All right. [He snaps his fingers as he thinks, already formulating a plan here. Leaning forward he crosses his arms, loosely holding himself as he talks, eyes just so never quite meeting Ray's face.]
When I was ten, my father shot a man right next to me, to see if I'd flinch.
I didn't. I knew better by then.
[He pauses, eyes lowered, then he lifts them, looking right at Ray.]
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When I was ten, my father shot a man right next to me, to see if I'd flinch.
I didn't. I knew better by then.
[He pauses, eyes lowered, then he lifts them, looking right at Ray.]
How do you react?