As expected, the sheer power of Leah's rage was palpable enough for him to feel sitting across the room. He understood it; reciprocated it even, though his own rage was felt in a far more Evan style. It bubbled within him, a furious pot of unpleasant and unwanted emotion just dying to spill over. His anger was stoic, but definitely there.
Evan's thought process had been much the same as Leah's. All the heartache and all the pain—his own pain and the pain of billions (billions) of other people—could have been avoided if Kris Holloway had done the right thing and spoken up. His mother, sister and wife would still be alive, Leah would still have her boyfriend and child... the world would be normal. Maybe the problem would have arisen in the future, but maybe then it would have arisen differently.
He looked up at her when she started on her tirade. "Basically," he spoke, his voice low and probably a little bit dangerous. "Fucking makes me wonder what the government knows, too," he added. Did they know that he had a part in this? And if they did? Why were they treating him like some kind of fucking king?
Her declaration was relatively unnecessary, but Evan nodded his agreement nonetheless. "And if you think you're the only one who's going to get a shot or two, you're sadly mistaken." Already, Evan was thinking about a few ways to take care of it. "We need him alive for a little while, though, and boy isn't that son of a bitch lucky. So, do you want to give him the news or not? Seems he should know that he's got a new job to do. And that his life depends on its success."