[Cassel keeps his hands on Slevin, his eyes on Chris. They're hard now, unforgiving. If there was a way to tell Chris to keep a lid on his temper or at least to channel it constructively other than by staring, he would. But all he has is unblinking eye contact.]
[Don't let him get to you. Don't let him rile you. Make him hurt. Make it deft. Make it count. Make it last. Make it worth it, before it's Cassel's turn again.]
Spam
[Don't let him get to you. Don't let him rile you. Make him hurt. Make it deft. Make it count. Make it last. Make it worth it, before it's Cassel's turn again.]