I won't take shit from anyone anymore. Old Kenny would have helped naturally; new Kenny is an emotional wreck that curses his mother and sister; then what's a strange guy to me?
Nothing.
I felt emotionally exhausted and knew that I had to improve my ability. I shouldn't have asked the guard to let me touch his keys, I should have asked him to let me touch his gun. Then everything would go so much faster. Though, I couldn't say if I could even conjure up a functioning gun.
I doubt Teddy would call back his hounds. There has to be a confrontation, so let's just wait and see. I only have to hope that my future won't change, and that I am still alive in a few years to get my role as the chief.
My cellmate looked at me now and then. Ah right, he hadn't seen me act until now, and although he should this time not really have seen it as well, the proximity should let him know what I had done. He wasn't present in the showers, the last time.