“We really did this. This actually happened,” he informed her. She stopped smiling. “I know, Con. I know it did.” “And I don't care. I don't care that we killed him. Not even a little bit.” “I know.” “That doesn't bother you? That I'm fucking crazy?” he checked. She shook her head. “No.” “Why? Why has that never bothered you? You've always known it, right?” he kept going.
