Kevin turned back to Xavier, his face shadowed. "Ya don't know nothin' 'bout it." Why? Because he hadn't told anyone. No one knew how much he missed, just for an afternoon, being able to lay in the grass and not have to worry about killing everything. No one.

"I ain't lookin' fer fair. Stopped doin' that a long time ago." Kevin snapped. "I'll do ya dirty work, Xavier."

He turned away again and left the warehouse. He didn't have anything else to say.