[There's a dozen different responses that bounce around in his head to Dodger's sharp quip--verbal replies that he could use to shut the other down with simple brevity and dry wit.
'He's not a hero, he's just playing a part', something along those lines.
However, the moment the other touches his shoulder--(the material of his jacket ice cold, where leather should be slightly warm when it's worn)--all possible verbal replies pour out of his mind in plumes of smoke that escape through his wounds.
His response is razor-sharp, and without remorse or any second thinking:]
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'He's not a hero, he's just playing a part', something along those lines.
However, the moment the other touches his shoulder--(the material of his jacket ice cold, where leather should be slightly warm when it's worn)--all possible verbal replies pour out of his mind in plumes of smoke that escape through his wounds.
His response is razor-sharp, and without remorse or any second thinking:]