Like I Never Loved You At All

semi ooc:

Please help me! I foolishly listened to this song* once, now Ray's making me play it again and again (because, I can only assume, he likes British boybands...) and somebody has either gotta HELP me or SHOOT me, 'cause there is no way in hell I can get to sleep with that going round my head all night :-(

And *sniff* I think Ray's broken. There's definitely something wrong with him since he's barely said a word to me all evening. All week really. Like...what did I do?! Maybe I should just shoot him and get it over with. See how you like that, you big silent meanie. Hmm?



...Nuthin'.

*sigh* Suggestions, people? About what to do when your muse becomes less-muse like and more speak-to-me-and-I'll-cry-on-the-spot-like. Not that Ray cries, ahem. He's a MAN! ...Well, Dewey's a MAN!

BUT SO IS RAY, DAMMIT!!!

And the MAN is down :(

*Like I Never Loved You At All by Take That. Ah, yes, the golden oldies...

TM #174 Would you ever kill a human being?

Yeah, I would. There’s not much else I can say about that. Been there, done that, got the blood on my t-shirt isn’t really me but it seems kind of befitting for this. I don’t really want to - I don’t want to say much more since there’s really no point. And I don’t like the question. It’s a stupid thing to ask, it’s- I mean, who’s gonna say no, huh? If some whack-job is threatening your family, or your wife or your kids, who in their right mind isn’t going to smoke ‘em, shoot them straight to fucking Broadway? And yeah, I might not have a wife and kids, and my family might not have been around when I- bought those bastards a first-class ticket to the Big Apple, but I had a job to do and I did it. And, y’know, that’s it. That’s…that’s all there is to it. I had a job, I pulled it off, who cares if a coupla fuckers didn’t make it home that evening. I’m still alive.

So if you’re askin’ me whether I’d do it again, with the exception of- with one exception, I’d say yes in a goddamn heartbeat. I’d kill for Benny, I’d, hell, I’d probably even kill for Kowalski but that’d only be for Fraser’s sake. If those two weren’t- if Fraser wouldn’t miss him like hell, I wouldn’t be aiming to kill whoever wanted Kowalski’s ass on a plate, I’d pop the perp’s kneecaps instead and let Kowalski fend for himself. He’s a big boy and I’m pretty sure his abilities stretch as far as cuffing a knee-less criminal. I’d kill for Frannie, kill for my family, kill for me. The equation is pretty simple.

It’s all about duty.

I think Fraser taught me that.