"What were you thinking?"
"What was I thinking? What were you thinking?"
"What are you talking about? I had nothing to do with this--"
"Nothing to do with it? The entire thing was your idea--"
"Yeah, well maybe if I knew you were going to drag a corpse, still leaking, mind you, down the stairs, I would have been more patient and thorough in identifying an accomplice."
"I am not an accomplice!"
"You most certainly are. You think just because you had a conscience about all of this a week ago that God is going to even your ledger any differently?"
"Well--"
"Well, nothing. You thought it over, yes. But at the end of the day, you still did what I asked. Right or wrong, even if you know the difference between those two now, it's too late."
"It's not too late--"
"What?"
"It's not too late."
"And how do you know that? Because I feel like you would only know that if you didn't check her pulse or see if she was still breathing before you go out of there. Is that what you did? Did you just jump ship? Did you?!"
"Yes. I--we were fighting upstairs in the bedroom and it just got out of control."
"It's too late."
"But--"
"It's too late. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Yes, I do."
"Dont' get fresh with me. You know the average murderer commits 619 mistakes before walking out of a crime scene they believe to be spotless?
"And how many of those mistakes do you think you considered?"
"Less than none. Less than that."
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