Folly of a Man

He turned to the trash bags and his face turned white. He turned back to me and pointed to the bags.

"That's what's left of Remy?" He asked quietly as he turned back to me.

"I didn't ask his name when I ripped his arm off to beat him with it," I replied with a bored tone.

He took a second to think about his next words, pacing in front of the silver can. His eyes darted from the can back to me. He was chewing on his fingernails as he walked. Suddenly he turned to me.

"You need to pay for his expenses, since you took his life, you are responsible for him." He said poking me in the chest.

I laughed, grabbing his finger and twisting it. Damion fell to his knees as I broke his finger.