05-09-2014, 08:31 PM
Kragen does indeed look up, curiosity and a need to piece together what was going on here all to prominent. He see's those hands, and listens to those words and it becomes quite clear to the man exactly what it is that the 'doctor' was doing. Kragen lays his head back for a moment, and begins to laugh, high and manic at what the doctor was doing and he shook his head despite the pain of it.
"Ohh, oh Doctor, is that your idea of poetic justice?" He inquires. "A bomb in my belly, the last explosive act of a mad bomber?" He inquires as he looks up at those cold eyes. "To bad it doesn't even remotely fit the profile...a profile you should be able to pick out...if you are any good at your job."
He doesn't struggle as the doctor goes about his work, he lays there watching the man with a rictus grin as he went on. "And fences and camps and sides still matter a great deal, if you could understand what I am doing. Being so far off the reservation gives a man a great deal of leverage, and more importantly a great deal of opportunity to stride into whatever camp he wishes."
He tilts his head slightly as he winces, a particular movement in his guts more painful then the others. "There was no profit in death, no benefit to be had...so I think the better question is why wouldn't I give myself up in an untenable situation?"
He looks up again, peering down his chest to look at the hole in his stomach. "Which I must say makes me wonder as to the sense of yourself, a bomb in my belly certainly doesn't benefit anyone, its too random for the tower and too banal for the sword...so tell me, why go to all the bother?"
"Ohh, oh Doctor, is that your idea of poetic justice?" He inquires. "A bomb in my belly, the last explosive act of a mad bomber?" He inquires as he looks up at those cold eyes. "To bad it doesn't even remotely fit the profile...a profile you should be able to pick out...if you are any good at your job."
He doesn't struggle as the doctor goes about his work, he lays there watching the man with a rictus grin as he went on. "And fences and camps and sides still matter a great deal, if you could understand what I am doing. Being so far off the reservation gives a man a great deal of leverage, and more importantly a great deal of opportunity to stride into whatever camp he wishes."
He tilts his head slightly as he winces, a particular movement in his guts more painful then the others. "There was no profit in death, no benefit to be had...so I think the better question is why wouldn't I give myself up in an untenable situation?"
He looks up again, peering down his chest to look at the hole in his stomach. "Which I must say makes me wonder as to the sense of yourself, a bomb in my belly certainly doesn't benefit anyone, its too random for the tower and too banal for the sword...so tell me, why go to all the bother?"