[For a moment, Dixon props himself up harder, alarmed and confused at Alacruun's stalk and menace. He thinks for a second that he isn't certain about what he just wished for, that he doesn't know if he wants the can of worms he just opened.
But you know what? Nevermind. He doesn't care what happens to this woman. He's in pain and tired and so mad and he doesn't care.
He just wants to see some violence done to her, whether or not it kills her. He doesn't care about the end result, the same way he didn't care if Welby died when he chucked him out a window.
Dixon wants to keep beating her face in but now she's a little too far from him, so he drags himself up to sitting, scoots back and waits for Alacruun to make a move.]
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[For a moment, Dixon props himself up harder, alarmed and confused at Alacruun's stalk and menace. He thinks for a second that he isn't certain about what he just wished for, that he doesn't know if he wants the can of worms he just opened.
But you know what? Nevermind. He doesn't care what happens to this woman. He's in pain and tired and so mad and he doesn't care.
He just wants to see some violence done to her, whether or not it kills her. He doesn't care about the end result, the same way he didn't care if Welby died when he chucked him out a window.
Dixon wants to keep beating her face in but now she's a little too far from him, so he drags himself up to sitting, scoots back and waits for Alacruun to make a move.]