[ The other two men stand frozen in place, eyes wide and terrified, and Faraday, stunned as he is, is in the same boat.
When Vasquez, cool and calm as anything, comes up to his side, Faraday stares at him for a few heartbeats – time they likely don't have, considering how close they are to town, where anyone might stumble upon them, considering that sunset is drawing close, and the two of them need to be gone before anyone sees Faraday in the middle of his transformation.
He doesn't mean to, but he lets that uncertainty flash across his face as he studies Vasquez, hesitating before taking the other man's hand. When he stands, he tries to make the movement look natural – and he's largely successful, except once he's on his feet, he shifts his weight to his good leg. He takes his guns back; he carefully knocks Ethel against his good hip to remove the last of the dirt, but he keeps Maria in hand.
They should leave. Gilbert and Anton are completely out of their depths, here, and Faraday almost feels bad for them. But the ugly rage is still roiling in his chest, desperate for an outlet. And he knows Gilbert's type – the type to hold a grudge, to chase after it and let it fester in his chest like a sickness.
Instead of answering Vasquez's question verbally, he lifts up Maria, thumbing back the hammer and putting a bullet in Gilbert's head.
He aims at Anton next. ]
You. Go home. Forget everything that happened here today. If I ever see you again, you're gonna end up like your friend Gilbert.
Understood?
[ Anton hesitates, eyes darting wildly between Vasquez and Faraday and Gilbert's cooling corpse.
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When Vasquez, cool and calm as anything, comes up to his side, Faraday stares at him for a few heartbeats – time they likely don't have, considering how close they are to town, where anyone might stumble upon them, considering that sunset is drawing close, and the two of them need to be gone before anyone sees Faraday in the middle of his transformation.
He doesn't mean to, but he lets that uncertainty flash across his face as he studies Vasquez, hesitating before taking the other man's hand. When he stands, he tries to make the movement look natural – and he's largely successful, except once he's on his feet, he shifts his weight to his good leg. He takes his guns back; he carefully knocks Ethel against his good hip to remove the last of the dirt, but he keeps Maria in hand.
They should leave. Gilbert and Anton are completely out of their depths, here, and Faraday almost feels bad for them. But the ugly rage is still roiling in his chest, desperate for an outlet. And he knows Gilbert's type – the type to hold a grudge, to chase after it and let it fester in his chest like a sickness.
Instead of answering Vasquez's question verbally, he lifts up Maria, thumbing back the hammer and putting a bullet in Gilbert's head.
He aims at Anton next. ]
You. Go home. Forget everything that happened here today. If I ever see you again, you're gonna end up like your friend Gilbert.
Understood?
[ Anton hesitates, eyes darting wildly between Vasquez and Faraday and Gilbert's cooling corpse.
Faraday shoots the hat off Anton's head. ]
Am I understood, Anton?
[ This time, Anton frantically nods. ]