Twitch nodded as a few murmured responses trickled in. At least they knew a bit of it, though not nearly enough, "Not just drug runners... a cult, men and women with dark gods and dark ways. Dangerous to cross Saturday, they say his shadow's long and lingers in all the hiding places. So I won't hide, face him upfront, end him if need be, maybe strike a deal, have to wait and see."
The singer, the one who called himself John and wore a sheet of metal like a shirt, piped up and spoke of joining him. It was a kind offer, but that chuckle was a bit too easy. This would not be a thing for glory or songs, this would be begging, bargaining, bloodshed. Some men weren't made for that and Twitch knew too little about this man to judge him proper, so he'd warn him at least, "Come if you like, but I can't promise you anything. I can keep me alive, that's about it, can't say the same for any-"
Twitch lost the last bit of his thought as one of the ghouls erupted in an angry tirade, railing against Caesar. Perhaps he was a bit touched in the head. The outburst seemed rather random given the circumstances, and even with a fire burning in the ghoul's eyes Twitch was unimpressed. He'd seen those bright fires before and they burned too quick and died even quicker. If he was an old man, he should know better. Bright fires were quick, fleeting things, it was the low, smoldering embers that did the trick, the cold, slow heat that took a man's hatred and hardened it, sharpened it, and turned it into a blade that could do some real damage. But it took a certain sort of person to build that sort of fury up, Twitch had only seen it a handful of times, and he'd seen it strongest in the man with the twisted hair..., "You don't kill a Bull by shoutin' at it. You tire it out, cut it, bleed it, turn the Legion's ways against them, until the Bull falters and falls. Killin' Caesar is nothin'. Caesar is just a man, he bleeds like a man, no matter what he claims. The Legion is an idea, ideas don't die easy, not unless you bring down the Old World's fire from the skies, and the road from here to the Divide is a long and lonely one if you care to walk it."
The words soured the air for a bit. Twitch didn't mean to sound harsh, or disrespectful, but he'd seen too many good sorts throw themselves on the Bull's horns and not accomplish a damn thing. That sort of crazy had to end, that battle needed a new sort of thinking. The Bear had learned that the hard way. But all of this was neither here nor their at the present moment. There were more immediate dangers to deal with, "Won't be a thing you can do about the Legion, if this red shaman has it out for your head. Best deal with that first."
