Eyes narrowed behind the mask, metaphorical hackles raising at the shadows growing more solid. Enough that it had him drawing closer with a flexing of fingers as if ready to rip through them, ignoring the reason why the want to do so surfaced. Not out of anger, it needed to be ignored, there was no room for it.
"There is always a choice, and you made yours McCree. You left." Threw everything back into his face, not good enough. "Can the cowboy not face the truth, running as he has been?
"The figure in black fled across the desert, but the gunslinger didn't follow."
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Eyes narrowed behind the mask, metaphorical hackles raising at the shadows growing more solid. Enough that it had him drawing closer with a flexing of fingers as if ready to rip through them, ignoring the reason why the want to do so surfaced. Not out of anger, it needed to be ignored, there was no room for it.
"There is always a choice, and you made yours McCree. You left." Threw everything back into his face, not good enough. "Can the cowboy not face the truth, running as he has been?
"The figure in black fled across the desert, but the gunslinger didn't follow."