"Can you imagine if I was sitting here with a gun--" Keegan shifted in his seat across from you, an unreadable look in his eyes, "--forcing you to accept my apology?"

His still didn’t meet your eyes though, they were still on the floor as he spoke, the pistol resting in his hand against his thigh. Voice alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine, he was detached...calm...but a resting anger was still evident.

"You're scaring me," you breathe out while eyeing him closely and sitting as still as possible. Finally, his eyes met yours, piercing and unfeeling. You desperately wish he’d be clearer. If he was upset with you, you’d wished he’d just would talk it out like a normal person! He’s normally so carefree…so fun…this person sitting in front of you now feels like a stranger.

"That's kind of the point, isnt it?" He asks the rhetorical question with a little venom lacing his words.

“I, the villain now—because that’s what you want right? You want me to be the bad guy? It certainly sounds that way with all the bullshit you’ve been spreading, kid,” he rambled a little but it sounded pointed.