Tuh. If I believed you cared? [they shake their head.] Maybe. But there’s no point in pretending.

And it’s not like I’m out to get killed, but I’m not cowing to stuff just because I’m asked. Call it what you want, it doesn’t matter anyway, right?

[not to Barnabas, anyway. Knife side-eyes him, wondering why he’s even fishing for logic. is it because of looking like him? hearing shit in his own mouth that isn’t his own sense irking him or whatever?]