There was a blitz of emotion that passed over Collins's face in confusion and disbelief and anger and annoyance over the situation and every little word that Givens said. His expression finally settled on frustration, his jaw set in an angry line as he huffed in response.
"You don't want-"
He started and stopped abruptly with an annoyed noise.
Collins hadn't come here for this in the first place. Tying up Givens hadn't been on the agenda so much as it had come out of the opportunity. He hadn't even planned on punching the man until he had seen him and the impulse struck him. It felt right at the time. But the lawman had gone down so easily, and then he'd had an unconscious body and everything he needed for an old bit of fun. It was so tempting.
A part of him hungered for it. An undercurrent in the music whispered to him in a familiar leitmotif that proceeded this type of entertainment for him. It was a tantalizing call, hard to resist.
Yet when he gazed at Raylan there was an unfamiliar song that sneaked its way into the harmony. It started off low, bleak, hard but somewhere in there a handful of major chords hit a higher note and the hope was undeniable. The slow tang grew on him until he had to admit the sounds were quite peaceful in their own way and he could get used to them being around more. If he concentrated on that theme hard enough, it began to form its own melody that drowned out the other tantalizing song.
He'd reached out to wrap his hand around Raylan's neck and for a moment the tension implied he would squeeze--then it ebbed out of him, and the Irishman slowly slipped the limp line of wire away from Raylan's neck. Collins stood there, quiet and with a war inside, staring at the lawman stoically, the emotion bled out of him.
"It would be easier," he repeated. His voice was low and quiet. "Than standin' here listenin' to you pretend to want to help me." The corner of his mouth ticked upwards slightly, but his eyes took on a hurtful sheen. "But you do talk a good game, even if it's only for yer own benefit."
His hand fell to rest on Givens's wrist once more, but it did not linger for long and eventually the ropes fell loose as the Butcher released his prey for the first time.
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"You don't want-"
He started and stopped abruptly with an annoyed noise.
Collins hadn't come here for this in the first place. Tying up Givens hadn't been on the agenda so much as it had come out of the opportunity. He hadn't even planned on punching the man until he had seen him and the impulse struck him. It felt right at the time. But the lawman had gone down so easily, and then he'd had an unconscious body and everything he needed for an old bit of fun. It was so tempting.
A part of him hungered for it. An undercurrent in the music whispered to him in a familiar leitmotif that proceeded this type of entertainment for him. It was a tantalizing call, hard to resist.
Yet when he gazed at Raylan there was an unfamiliar song that sneaked its way into the harmony. It started off low, bleak, hard but somewhere in there a handful of major chords hit a higher note and the hope was undeniable. The slow tang grew on him until he had to admit the sounds were quite peaceful in their own way and he could get used to them being around more. If he concentrated on that theme hard enough, it began to form its own melody that drowned out the other tantalizing song.
He'd reached out to wrap his hand around Raylan's neck and for a moment the tension implied he would squeeze--then it ebbed out of him, and the Irishman slowly slipped the limp line of wire away from Raylan's neck. Collins stood there, quiet and with a war inside, staring at the lawman stoically, the emotion bled out of him.
"It would be easier," he repeated. His voice was low and quiet. "Than standin' here listenin' to you pretend to want to help me." The corner of his mouth ticked upwards slightly, but his eyes took on a hurtful sheen. "But you do talk a good game, even if it's only for yer own benefit."
His hand fell to rest on Givens's wrist once more, but it did not linger for long and eventually the ropes fell loose as the Butcher released his prey for the first time.