(canon is Sin City/That Yellow Bastard)

[thelastday]

Couldn't just leave an old man alone, could you?

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[thelastday]

One's no better than the next. Just a sad line of never-should've-beens. For every story, at least two or three lives are put to waste. For every thrill, there's an irreversible sorrow.

[I'm bleak about it and maybe a little over-dramatic, but that's where I am, and that's what I know. I've seen too many lives shot to shit over minor arguments. Too many children, women, men just caught in the crossfire.]

[gonnabite]

[Vic laughs at that. Not a huge guffaw or anything that overdramatic, as his laughter was normally light or at least cheerful. His laugh now is a short sputter of a chuckle. He takes a drag out of his cigarette. Vic didn't have much regard for other people's lives but he laughed more at the fact that Hartigan put such an overdramatic spin on it (at least, to Vic it was) than the fact he brought up people dying.

When he takes the cigarette away from his lips he's still smiling.]

But you were probably a hero in a few of 'em.

[In Vic's experience, most cops had one story they liked to brag about.]

[thelastday]

[Of course he laughs. A lot of people do. They don't see the pain of it, or don't care. Sometimes take pleasure in it. I just shake my head.]

Hero's just a word the papers use to make people feel safe and politicians look good.

Anything good I've done, it's a goddamn shame it had to happen.

[gonnabite]

[Vic is just a sadistic dick so that helps too. He brings the cigarette to his lips again, this time letting it hang off the corner of his mouth.]

Like?

[thelastday]

[I feel myself frown, but my voice keeps steady.] Look, pal. You want stories, you're barkin' up the wrong tree. I'm not here to provide cheap thrills.

[gonnabite]

[Vic takes a casual drag like Hartigan didn't say any of that. He shrugs and laughs again.]

What if I like cheap thrills?

[thelastday]

That's your business, and I'm sure you can find your fill somewhere else.

Got an ex-partner who'd give you an earful. If I knew where he was or cared to speak with the bastard.

[I don't usually like to badmouth other cops, even rotten ones, but I'm getting fed up with the guy's prodding and his too-familiar smirk, and my temper got the best of me.]

[gonnabite]

Pissed you off, huh?

[thelastday]

You remind me of him.

best tag I ever did (I'm sorry)

[gonnabite]

I remind you of him?

XD

[thelastday]

That's what I said.

[Careful, Hartigan. You might be pushing a little too hard now. There's no reason, and you won't gain anything for it.]

But it's been a while, so what do I know?

[gonnabite]

What makes you say that?

[thelastday]

Just the way you smile, Vic. Just the way you smile.

[gonnabite]

He must have some fuckin' smile.

[thelastday]

It's memorable, all right.

[Bob wasn't smiling when I last saw him. Not for long, anyway. But everything was too close to being a joke with him. The costs never really hit home.]

He used to like a good story, too.

[gonnabite]

Used to?

[thelastday]

Probably still does. It's been a while.

[gonnabite]

I'm guessing I'm not hearing whatever grizzled story there is behind him too.

[thelastday]

Smart kid.

But there's nothing much to tell. One story you see across the board with police work: every partnership falls apart somewhere along the line.