Darion just sighed.  Why was he even bothering to try making sense to someone who took so much pleasure in death?<span style="color: #006600">“It marks you as a psychotic killer when you enjoy bathing in it.  May get you attention, but just marks you as a psychotic bitch… Why am I even sitting here talking to you?”</span>He grumbled to himself before turning and walking away as if he didn’t care anymore.  Which he didn’t.  He had plenty of credits from his job if he could sell his weapons and figure out how to get the crate open and sold.<span style="color: #006600"> “Keep the creds psycho.  Don’t want them.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>