[What does he remember? What kind of dumb ass question was that? But, then again, this clearly wasn't reality. Or maybe it was? Heh, who the fuck knew anymore. He was maybe dead, so, there was that.
He'd tilt his head to the side, grip tight on the bat, smiling off-kilter.]
What do I remember? Oh, let's see now..
[He'd look up, musing..]
You.
[He'd turn his gaze back at him and point to his own face.]
no subject
He'd tilt his head to the side, grip tight on the bat, smiling off-kilter.]
What do I remember? Oh, let's see now..
[He'd look up, musing..]
You.
[He'd turn his gaze back at him and point to his own face.]
Bashing my face in.