"Do I particularly look," snarls Rush, ragged and uncontrolled and feral, "like someone who murders children."

He staggers back, nearly crashing into the fucking dog in a wildly uncoordinated movement, one hand clapped over his shoulder and his breathing heavy is it the same shoulder Fring seized and dug his fingers beneath and does that entirely matter and his free hand stabs a furious, trembling finger in Yuri's direction.

"I've never seen you before in my life," he spits. "You or anyone like you. And if I'm fucking lucky - " He twists sharply about and moves to get away as quickly as fucking possible, steeled and resolute, "it'll stay that way."