[Don empties another bag of blood, tosses it onto the pile that's slowly accumulating. He grabs the tablet--he's tired, unshaven, all rough edges.]
I don't know what this conversation is, but now isn't the time.
[End broadcast. All the rhetoric in the world won't change the fact that yesterday he switched on his tablet to the sight of a girl bleeding from the neck on a bathroom floor.]
[VISUUUUAL]
I don't know what this conversation is, but now isn't the time.
[End broadcast. All the rhetoric in the world won't change the fact that yesterday he switched on his tablet to the sight of a girl bleeding from the neck on a bathroom floor.]