Gorth was as big, loud, and shady as ever. He made some off-colour joke about maiming and Jey instantly cut him down with a verbal riposte. It was fucking surgical. I was dead sure we were about to witness a gunfight or something. Then Gorth made a big gurgling noise that might have been a laugh, and everyone was friends again. Yet another reminder that Jey simply did not give a fuck about any-goddamn-thing. Sam and I shared a moment of silent solidarity; on the off-chance that we died here, at least we'd each die in the company of the only other person hubristic enough to walk unarmed into an enclosed room containing both Gorth and Jey.
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