"You seem terribly ignorant of the kind of place that this world has turned into under two days. Although I doubt you are, you've witnessed it with us, after all."
I nodded, affirming Jericho's words.
"You still speak of assault when the police no longer exist? When there are literally walking nightmares in the streets, Mark?"
Marcus breathed out in resignation. "It's not fair. I always lose anytime I'm in an argument with you both."
"It's only natural," I shrugged.
Jericho nodded.
We all exchanged a brief moment of silence.
Then, breaking the silence, our low chuckles erupted.
As the chuckle subsided, Marcus spoke calmly, saying, "But really, Duz, I never want to see you like that again. It felt like a whole different version of you was released. That feral grin and all. Your whole vibe and energy were weird. And when you held him… it felt like you were gonna–"
"Kill him." Jerry completed. "It felt like he was about to kill him."
Silence, once more.
