With each word Cecilia spoke, Rhett's expression became colder and colder and his icy eyes were pointed directly at hers. But as she continued on he felt his focus fading, and while a part of his brain still registering her words, it was her tone that filled his mind and instigated a rising sense of agitation. That condescension was what he loathed the most, and he was briefly lost in the memories of scores of people who lectured and talked down to him, whether it was warranted or not.
When she finished, he drew in a short breath and redirected his attention back towards her.
"I don't care about your sympathy. My point was that there's no decision I make now that doesn't lead to a dead end. I'm not going to hurt anybody whether you follow me or not," his words had originally started as steady and almost flat-toned but as he continued his voice started to raise in emotion. "How much of an idiot do you think I am? If I actually wanted to hurt somebody, then I would've--we wouldn't even be fucking talking right now. I wouldn't have asked for your permission if my endgame was to stick someone with a knife."
You're right, I'm a selfish asshole with no regard for other people, Rhett wanted to yell but there was a circling thought that distracted him. Shadowed constantly? Why would they need to do that if she had the jail key? Not that he preferred the latter over the former, but it didn't make sense why she would say that of all things. Was she trying to play some sort of mind game? Keep him off-guard?
"Are you trying to fuck with me right now?" He blurted out. "Don't give me that bullshit, I know about the--"
When Marco spoke up, he reflexively directed his angry glare towards the stranger that interrupted their discussion, but when he saw who it was, his expression softened considerably.
How many days had it been since they last saw each other? Rhett wasn't sure if he was out of touch with time, but the guy was definitely looking better...
He shook his head and waved his hand to pass on the offering.