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Malcolm Bright
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Date: 14 Apr 2020 17:11 (UTC)"You want to talk about his art? Sure. Nobody knows more about it than I do. Let's talk about it. Which one was your favourite?"
Quarles side-eyed him a moment. "My favourite?"
"You're into his 'art', you must have a favourite. Some of them were just straight up experiments on how adaptable the human body is, but some of them were all about the aesthetic. Like the time he butterflied a man's ribcage while he was still alive to display his internal organs as they worked?"
Quarles eyes narrowed and he stepped away from the child. To surrender? It looked possible, but suddenly he grabbed Malcolm and pulled him in front of himself, as much a shield as a hostage, the blade to his throat.
"What do you think he would do to you?" Quarles growled.
"Oh, chloroform was his favourite for me," Malcolm retorted, his voice a little tight from the arm restraining him around the neck.
"What are you TALKING ABOUT?" Quarles shouted in his ear, looking up at Raylan, his eyes a little frantic. "You stay back. I'm watching you. I will cut his throat. DON'T FUCKING TEST ME!"