[ Wolfwood lets those words sink in, observing the Player all the while, as though trying to see through him. Paranoid, maybe; but the Hornfreak was an assassin, recruited by Knives just like the Eye of Michael was. No telling what kind of fucked up shit the guy did to garner Knives' attention.
Didn't matter now, though. Couldn't turn down help, regardless of the form it came in.
It helped that the Player wasn't as much of a shitstain as he used to think he was. So at length, he nods, takes the cigarette to tap out more ash. ]
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Didn't matter now, though. Couldn't turn down help, regardless of the form it came in.
It helped that the Player wasn't as much of a shitstain as he used to think he was. So at length, he nods, takes the cigarette to tap out more ash. ]
You willin' to do me another favor?