❝ Nothing compared to yours, I’m sure. ❞ He isn’t offended, not yet. Jabs at his inadequacy had long ago lost their kick ; unable to break through the walls he’d built around himself. It was the result of being the bad brother, the family’s shameful black sheep who became only darker in the shadow cast by his oh so glorious twin. A life under the scrutiny of his father had prepared him well for the kind of life he led now, the one that demanded a cold and unfeeling man behind the trigger that paid his bills. Maybe he’d thank his old man some day, if they ever got back to talking.
At any rate, he wasn’t about to let a junkie of Letty’s calibre get under his skin. With her words, he can only find reason to laugh, and so he does. The room, once again filled with the melodious sound of his mocking. His gaze captures her and his head shakes, nearly incredulous. She had some nerve on her, there was no denying it. At least he thought it was something of the sort, until he’d heard that tape and found himself thinking it was something much closer to plain old delusion.
❝ My level? And what is that, Letty? Do enlighten me. ❞ His steps lead him closer to where she is, the smile on his lips losing its strength. He was far from a picture of serenity now. ❝ I’d love to know why a white trash, second-grade pick pocket junkie like you thinks she’s better than me. ❞
There’s a old saying in the English language everybody knows, ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me’, Taught to kids to teach them to deal with bullies. Which may be true for others, not for some. Nicknames, taunts and derogatory terms meant very little to the Con-Artist after years of living life at it’s most lowest points, being in prison, homeless — staring down the dictator that is her mother. Words over time seem to continue to loose meaning when spoken so often; good behaviour, bad behaviour, rehabilitation, parole, crime. The between right & wrong tended to blur into a state of grey area, leaving Letty out of control of her own doing. The temptations, addictions, all became a lucrative part of life’s journey. Once a criminal, always a criminal? Or somehow, all these positive mantras & days of not maiming her travel companion, could lead to a meaning for ‘Good’?
Jame’s is a snake, she’ll repeat over and over. Snakes constrict their hellish frames around their victims until they’re out of breath. She retracts the lazy arms resting over her eye’s to meet the blonde man, his cerulean orbs a cunning disguise from the devil that lies within his veins. A pique, she notices she shifted change in his demeanour — he’s insulted, how cute.
❛ You judging me? Huh, funny, considering what you do for a living. On the moral ladder I’m always going to be higher than you.
Letty doesn’t mean to dance on the edge of the moral high ground, well aware of her own disadvantages she brings to the table. But there’s a certain level of self certainty she needs to hold to defend herself from Jame’s cruelty. Pride is a precious thing Letty has little left to salvage.
❛ But apparently you need me. You would of either killed me or kicked me out a long time ago if didn’t require a con-artist. Do you want to make this any harder than it is?
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