[there is a flicker of worry in his gaze.] You don't understand.
[Talk, keep him talking, lull him with his voice and then what? Clint finds the courage somewhere-somewhere to look the other man in the eyes and his gaze is...ashamed.]
...For every one of ours they picked off, I took two of theirs. Two. [He did have that reputation. If he shot mob officers they stayed down and dead.]
[Spam]
[Talk, keep him talking, lull him with his voice and then what? Clint finds the courage somewhere-somewhere to look the other man in the eyes and his gaze is...ashamed.]
...For every one of ours they picked off, I took two of theirs. Two. [He did have that reputation. If he shot mob officers they stayed down and dead.]