[Even if it took Len almost losing his sister for him to nut up and pull the goddamn trigger. One little twitch of the finger, and Lewis Snart became one more name on the long, long list of people Len's put in the ground. Only notable for the fact he deserved it more than most.
He's probably jawing off at the devil in hell right now while losing a card game, surrounded by assholes of his like kind and quality. It's possible he'd love it there, but Len likes to think he'd hate realizing what a small fish he was in such a dirty, worthless pond.
Kabal is lucky (or maybe he's unlucky), Len doesn't strip down and knock boots with just anyone. Because his father left so many marks on his body Len can't not see his childhood reflected back at him every time he looks into the mirror. The story of his victimhood written in scars on his skin.
Len exhales. Half pained hiss, half exasperated sigh.]
You're a psycho.
Dunno what that makes me for relating to half of what you just said, but it can't be good.
[A crook of the corner of his mouth, which might be a smile, as he grips onto Kabal's harness, fingers squeezing into the leather for support.
Len almost missed having a psycho around.]
I thought you were a speedster. Hurry it up. I'm not gonna to tip this kinda half-assed service. If you ain't breaking the sound barrier you ain't really trying.
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Date: 2020-04-28 12:26 am (UTC)[Even if it took Len almost losing his sister for him to nut up and pull the goddamn trigger. One little twitch of the finger, and Lewis Snart became one more name on the long, long list of people Len's put in the ground. Only notable for the fact he deserved it more than most.
He's probably jawing off at the devil in hell right now while losing a card game, surrounded by assholes of his like kind and quality. It's possible he'd love it there, but Len likes to think he'd hate realizing what a small fish he was in such a dirty, worthless pond.
Kabal is lucky (or maybe he's unlucky), Len doesn't strip down and knock boots with just anyone. Because his father left so many marks on his body Len can't not see his childhood reflected back at him every time he looks into the mirror. The story of his victimhood written in scars on his skin.
Len exhales. Half pained hiss, half exasperated sigh.]
You're a psycho.
Dunno what that makes me for relating to half of what you just said, but it can't be good.
[A crook of the corner of his mouth, which might be a smile, as he grips onto Kabal's harness, fingers squeezing into the leather for support.
Len almost missed having a psycho around.]
I thought you were a speedster. Hurry it up. I'm not gonna to tip this kinda half-assed service. If you ain't breaking the sound barrier you ain't really trying.