[He wasn't a fool in thinking that their current predicament was one worth noting as anything nostalgic or friendly. Quite the opposite--it was frustrating having to partner up with someone who he had more than a dozen mixed feelings about, and it would be far easier to just shoot him and have another name off of his list, but here he was.

Standing and holding a conversation with the brat who had gone his own way. He didn't want to feel nostalgia. He wanted to get the mission done so he could turn his back on the brat and forget everything in his head again.]

Then maybe you should try not making it so easy, cabron. [He turns his head, looking at the cowboy-wannabe from under the dark holes in his mask.] Easy targets are the ones you take aim for first, even you know that.

[There's a low rumble of echoing laughter from him, a whisp of black fog swirling out from under his hood.]