They look at each other even more confused. Nothing made sense lately but even this was coming across as unusual. This wasn’t going exactly as planned, the conversation veering off at angles he hadn’t predicted, and continues to shuffle through the pages as if searching for the correct numbers in a combination lock.

Stopping on one page that contains a message he hopes will soften their stance. Looking at the words for a moment, wondering if they would be received as he intended or seen as some demonstration of how dangerous he was, and also if they were still true given the situation he just walked away from, he holds it up slowly.

I HUNT THEM

They look at each other again. It had some effect as their posture changes.