"What difference is one god damned day really going to make?" Leo spit out, the even tone he tried to maintained wavered. One day, one week, one month -- would it really change anything? Marc had found his family and the ripple effect was that his certainty in what they were doing lessened, or at least that's how Leo saw it.
In truth this was all happening so fast that it felt like Leo's head was spinning. One moment they were gearing up for another attack and then bam, Marc no longer sees the point behind any of it. "Getting caught, dying, none of that shit used to matter," Leo growled out, his anger finally unleashing itself. "But now you've got a chance at the life you left in Baltimore and suddenly none of this matters anymore," a beat. "Making the fucking Hellhounds pay doesn't matter anymore."