[ evan can hear the flatness, but he doesn't question it. he asked a question, he got an answer. it's the one he wanted to hear, because if someone regrets killing that asshole, then they aren't worth his time.

he puts away the bandages and looks down at his own foot, where the knife went straight through his boot. the foot'll heal, and the boot too, probably, but for the time being he's got that to put up with. ]

Good. Next time he sees you, maybe he'll know to shut his mouth.

[ the insults were aimed and sharp, even if they were a little off at the end. but pain'll do that to a man. ]

Or at least he'll know better than to let you get hold of him.

[ probably not. ]