Pushing Matt away sends him back into the wall, of course, though this time it catches his shoulder rather than the back of his head. "And what're you going to do? Write my name down? It doesn't work here, even if -" He catches himself before he can finish the sentence; this guy has the Eyes, doesn't he? X-Kira? Fuck.
"And like fuck," enunciating the curse word carefully, "am I going to say anything less about the fuck who murdered - who murdered my friends. I've met him. He's a spoiled, smug little shit who thinks he's got the right to rearrange the entire world to his liking. If he didn't have that Notebook he'd be nothing."
Which was probably a stupid thing to say to an enraged psycho, but whatever.
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Date: 2008-07-10 12:25 pm (UTC)"And like fuck," enunciating the curse word carefully, "am I going to say anything less about the fuck who murdered - who murdered my friends. I've met him. He's a spoiled, smug little shit who thinks he's got the right to rearrange the entire world to his liking. If he didn't have that Notebook he'd be nothing."
Which was probably a stupid thing to say to an enraged psycho, but whatever.