Lindsey poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, considering. The bartender came by and he nodded for another drink, then accepted it as it was slid toward him.
"Y'know to a point, you can rationalize anything." He turned to face Jo a bit more, drink staying in his left hand. "But then the day comes that somebody asks you to do something that's... well, it's above and beyond. It's something that'd take a piece of you and change it. It's either against your principals or it hurts you, or it hurts somebody else you're not alright with hurtin'."
He took a drink.
"It was gradual, yeah. But then there was that day..."
He could still see her. Vanessa. And he could still here Holland telling him how to spin it. Our blind friend, Vanessa. I think she was terribly abused growing up. I think the details of that are tragic and shockingly specific, and I think you should create them, sooner rather than later...
She was supposed to kill kids. That was what she did. That was what she was gonna do. And he couldn't help her do that. Not without eating himself alive from the conscience out.
"Y'know?"
He had a feeling she did.
Are you playing tonight?
Lindsey smirked. "Maybe. Didn't bring my guitar but they got one that's decent backstage. Why, anythin' you wanna hear?"