Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.

I wonder if he really could rationalize what I did to him, really treat betrayal like the slight transgression of a recalcitrant business partner. I wonder if I hurt him. If he can rationalize what I did to him, it’s easy to imagine how he rationalized what he did to me.

Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns? Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you? Holly: Zombies shamble. I disapprove of shambling. And they have bits that fall off. You never see a unicorn behaving that way. Justine: I shamble. Bits fall off me all the time: hair, skin cells. Are you saying you disapprove of me?

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.