[He doesn't get that reference, unfortunately. Wrong country of origin.
And he might have just let that disbelief stand, too used to it and averse to conflict to push back. But then Dixon admits to plotting murder and he frowns, staring at the scarred and bloody man long and hard.]
...I'm not lying.
[There's a bit more backbone in that statement, and at least the uncertainty in his gaze now is directed outward instead. He's...really not sure what to make of that claim. He's never down with killing, but the "he deserved it" is uncomfortably familiar and he doesn't really want to get bogged down dwelling on that case again.]
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And he might have just let that disbelief stand, too used to it and averse to conflict to push back. But then Dixon admits to plotting murder and he frowns, staring at the scarred and bloody man long and hard.]
...I'm not lying.
[There's a bit more backbone in that statement, and at least the uncertainty in his gaze now is directed outward instead. He's...really not sure what to make of that claim. He's never down with killing, but the "he deserved it" is uncomfortably familiar and he doesn't really want to get bogged down dwelling on that case again.]