[ Now see Carver, that's a smart thing to do. It's exactly what Silco would be doing, if he wasn't having a hell of a week. Give him some time, huh? Maybe when he's not quite as in a State here, maybe when he's had the time to adjust.
Instead, he just snapped his head toward him, giving Carver a full view of his angry, scarred face. The pit of his eye, the glow.
It's unpleasant. It's unnerving. He sneered from where he was, his clothing full of bullet holes and stab marks. ]
Why? Do you need your rest? We should be trying to get our way out of here, and you're busy complaining about the noise?
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Instead, he just snapped his head toward him, giving Carver a full view of his angry, scarred face. The pit of his eye, the glow.
It's unpleasant. It's unnerving. He sneered from where he was, his clothing full of bullet holes and stab marks. ]
Why? Do you need your rest? We should be trying to get our way out of here, and you're busy complaining about the noise?