The message comes by carrier pigeon actually, which is a pretty weird way to deliver a message but of course, it's thematic. A very pretty looking brown pigeon swoops down out of the sky to wherever Damian just so happens to be that afternoon and holds out its leg. The message is short and simple:
Got a job for you. Meet me at the farm at dusk. No show, no job. Keep it a secret, rewarded very well.
- Hal
P.S. Burn this.
And that's it. Of course, if Damian chooses to listen to the message, he will find the Sheriff at the farm at dusk, chewing a piece of tobacco and watching the sun set. He'll be greeted with a tip of his hat and one word:
"Bounty."
And then he holds out a small notebook. Looks like Damian's been chosen for one of those roles that were mentioned. Good luck.
[Oh my God, how did he end up so far in this fucking Hecked Up hole?!?!?! HIM, AN INNOCENT DAMIAN.]
I'm not arguing with you over people who made the choice to murder.
[Everything about him is firm, and solid, and strict. Trained. But he's got Wayne eyes even if they aren't the same color: bleeding emotion. Suffering. Persistent and hopeless.]
There's always a choice. [Surely forfeiting your own life in order to keep from killing someone else is a thing everyone should choose. His hands are still fisted, tight, digging crescents into his palms.] Do it.
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I'm not arguing with you over people who made the choice to murder.
[Everything about him is firm, and solid, and strict. Trained. But he's got Wayne eyes even if they aren't the same color: bleeding emotion. Suffering. Persistent and hopeless.]
I won't let you kill her.
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It isn't a choice.
[ But the Sheriff sighs and adjusts his hat, straightening up. Looks like this conversation is nearly over. ]
Yes, you are. And I'll pass along your request to the Deputy. That it, Damian? Or are you going to waste my time some more?
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[And then he leaves without a look back.]