"Easy for you to say." He mumbled softly, looking down at the glass in his hand as a tear streaked down his face. "I know your...line of work can get rough...you've probably done some fucked up shit..." He shook his head again, still looking anywhere but Eliot. "But you didn't train under the best in Hell...you didn't let...let him..." He couldn't finish and he just chugged down the rest of his glass in one breath.
He sat the glass on the night stand down with a heavy thud before reaching for his cellphone. He dialed Sam's cell, speaking as soon as he heard him pick up. "Bring me some more Jack. Big bottle. No questions, just do it."
Then he flipped it shut and closed his eyes, unable to deny that there were tears on his face again. "I took pleasure in what I did. I would have been his...second in command had I not gotten out. I remember all of it. Every fucking second. Every soul that begged me to stop..." His head hung, voice dropping almost to a whisper. "S'why I didn't want to use that acid on you...to...to burn you..." Because he'd done that plenty in Hell.
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Date: 2013-04-24 06:01 am (UTC)He sat the glass on the night stand down with a heavy thud before reaching for his cellphone. He dialed Sam's cell, speaking as soon as he heard him pick up. "Bring me some more Jack. Big bottle. No questions, just do it."
Then he flipped it shut and closed his eyes, unable to deny that there were tears on his face again. "I took pleasure in what I did. I would have been his...second in command had I not gotten out. I remember all of it. Every fucking second. Every soul that begged me to stop..." His head hung, voice dropping almost to a whisper. "S'why I didn't want to use that acid on you...to...to burn you..." Because he'd done that plenty in Hell.