"There ain't nothin' left to talk about," he replied, his voice a rough whisper carried by the wind. "I told you, it's over." Spawn sighed, the sound heavy with a weight you could almost feel. He could sense it, sense it all, the heart ache you were feeling, the urge to break down to tears in front of him. He felt your pain.

"Listen..." Spawn says, reaching to grab your arm. He wanted to explain things to you, he figured he owed you that. He turned then, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his hat, but you could see the pain etched into the lines of his face. "It's because I ain't good for you," he said, each word like a bullet fired from a gun. "I'm a cursed man, darlin'. My past, my enemies... they’ll never stop comin'. And if you're with me, they'll come for you too." Spawn was a notorious Bounty Hunter, he was popular with some folk, and not with other folk, he had a huge target painted on his back, and so did you when you were with him. He didn't want his reputation to be the thing that kills you