wits+empathy
Tom says nothing in reply, his eyes studying the Thug's facial expression, jaw muscle movement, eyes, and tone. One doesn't graduate top of his class from Law School without knowing how to tell when someone's a liar.
One Damn Good Lawyer
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The thugs words are frantic, and his face and words are filled with pain, but Thomas can't detect any deception about him.
He's not lying.
"I don't think he's lying."
Tom could not help but to think this son of a bitch needed to suffer. Just leaving him here would not be justice. "I say we break his knees and make sure he doesn't get back up to hurt us later." His eyes took on a cold detached look. "He'd have done worse to us."
Taras eyes are black with hate and as Tom says this she brightens for a moment.
But she shakes it of.
"No... He'll never walk right again and that hand is messed up bad. He wont forget...
Now we need to move before the rest gets here!"
She points to the supposed exit and starts moving.
Still glaring at the thug, it takes a few seconds for Tara's words to fully sink in. She had a point, staying and maiming this son of a bitch would only give other thugs a chance to catch up. The exit was right there, or so they thought.
It can't be that simple, can it?
Carefully Tom follows Tara's lead.
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Hector turns his back on the thug on the ground and walks quickly to the door, thinking, They are turning into what they hate. We need to get out before that happens.
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