I never get it right - can't please. I give up, space out. Best to avoid a fight -try to keep things calm. I'm failing here. Paralyzed. No point. Go behind my wall. I try to fix it - but doesn't work. I numb out.
"Are you the bad guy, Lud? Or are you working for a bigger bad guy?"
"I don't know what to say," Tobin continued. "My friends didn't know what to say to me after my wife's death. Now I know how they felt."
Words are slower and quieter than guns. But they're the only way to stop the killing.