"I would've," Jack shrugged because she would have. "I'd have snatched the kid and just let that old fucker go."
A beat.
"A conscience is the other thing I don't really have." More of one than she used to, if it could be called that. More a knowledge of what her family would do, would have done and enough trust in their judgment to know it to be the right thing. Sometimes she tried. Not to shut the voices up. The voices never shut up. Not even necessarily to make these fuckers she couldn't help caring about proud of her. Usually just to see what it felt like. If it felt different to do the right thing than the thing she usually did. Sometimes it even did.
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A beat.
"A conscience is the other thing I don't really have." More of one than she used to, if it could be called that. More a knowledge of what her family would do, would have done and enough trust in their judgment to know it to be the right thing. Sometimes she tried. Not to shut the voices up. The voices never shut up. Not even necessarily to make these fuckers she couldn't help caring about proud of her. Usually just to see what it felt like. If it felt different to do the right thing than the thing she usually did. Sometimes it even did.