[Descole nods at her story, hating that he agrees with her.]

You know, these scars don't have to define you, y'know? Don't get me wrong, I think you should kill him, but they aren't you, y'know.

Shit, what am I talking about? I'm so drunk.

[He snickers lightly and sighs.]

But don't worry about me double. I promise, I'll kill that man before he kills me. Thanks for the luck though.