"So let me get this straight, you don't know anything?" He said seriously before breaking out into a small smile. Alright. Did Faith talk to anyone? He sighed, leaning back against the sofa and watched her from where she was standing against the wall. He slid his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a knife. With a flick of his wrist, the sharp, shiny blade came into view and he shrugged.
"Cool. You don't know anything, but you're wrong about one thing. You should care. That's the difference between living and dying."
Without much regard, he flung the knife and it landed next to her, against the wall, sliding in like butter. "Do you care now?" He asked, his eyes serious as hers went a little wide and he was up and on her in a mere second. His arms were blocking her in and he just stared at her, taking her in before his eyes were on the knife. One hand let up and pulled it out.
"That's your last chance. Remember something. Come on. You can do it. I'm sure you heard something around the prison. Voices carry. It's all echoes."