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(The rooftop of sorrows, monstery Vitus looms behind shirtless Jack, who clutches his bloody throat, looking agitated.)
VITUS: I don’t know
what I should
do with you.
(Jack flips Vitus off the rooftop...,)
(...then floats down beside him as he crashes into the ground.)
(Vitus has regained his footing and Jack hurls a rubbish bin full of cans at him.)
JACK: How about you
leave me alone
you fuckin’ dick?!
(The angry immortals argue in the alley, Vitus guessing where Jack's power came from.)
JACK: You like
for your failures?
Well go for it!
You’ve never been
You never gave
two shits about me.
So why the fuck not?!
(Jack is hella pissed, gesturing with his hands while yelling at Vitus.)
JACK: This is all about her, you wouldn’t care about
anything else. Blame me if it helps you sleep.
But this is your fault. You didn’t help me,
you couldn’t help her... All of this is on you!
You useless, lazy coward!
(Vitus looks a bit mad himself, breaking off a piece of metal from a nearby building and...)
(...stabbing Jack in the chest with it, pinning him to a wall.)
(Jack is a bit shocked and very bloody, but not without words.)
(Vitus impassively wipes blood from his hands while Jack gives him the veriest of business.)
JACK: You’re a --real piece of shit,
you know th--at?
(Vitus is struttin' away while Jack slumps, now motionless.)
END CHAPTER TEN