[The fog thickens around the two (and the possibly dead cowboy), turning everything more than a foot away from their faces white. Mohammed nods.]
Better than I was expecting. [He had hoped he could come out of this calm. He could have killed an actual man. He did in his old life, he's certain of it.]
What about you?
[The fog moves onto the next neighborhood, taking the cowboy with it.]
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Better than I was expecting. [He had hoped he could come out of this calm. He could have killed an actual man. He did in his old life, he's certain of it.]
What about you?
[The fog moves onto the next neighborhood, taking the cowboy with it.]