The wrong man

They told him time was short. 

"You might not make it."

Remembering the way those words came out of the unemotional man's mouth terrified him the most. When you were fucked, you wanted to deal with an emotional person. They could be manipulated. You could buy yourself a case. This was most important when you were in the wrong. When by all accounts you were the one who fucked up.

When you were in the right, it was best dealing with the emotionless. The unhumanely rational. They didn't hold grudges against you the way normal people did. This didn't mean they wouldn't fuck you up if the right ... or "wrong" situation. But they never allowed their emotions to get into their calculations.

But yes. Calculating they were. Always calculating... keeping ledgers of whether you wronged them. 

In this case I had wronged the wrong man. 

"You might not make it. I'm neither rooting for you or against you. You know that though?"

Yeah I knew. That's what made me scared.

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