Cillian's been gone for a while. Like gone, Mal. Won't answer texts or anything." Mal shrugged again, encouraging the apeshit. "Mal. Did. You. Kill. Him." Mal stared at him steadily, then shook his head. Slowly. "Good.
Is he an assassin?" "Ask him yourself", Prophet said, and Tom turned to Mal. "You kill people?" Mal signed something, and Prophet glanced over. "He said, not today, but it's still early
I realize you're planning on fighting all the dragons single-handedly-" "I'm going to protect you from John, dammit. Show him that he can't fucking mess with you. This is about territory." Tom narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to piss a circle around...
Ah, Proph." Tom paused. "You did have a nightmare last night." "And here I thought maybe I dreamed it," Prophet muttered sarcastically.
You've got the fountain of youth hidden in your pants." "What the fuck does that even mean?" Hook demanded, then held up a hand. "Never mind, I don't want to know." "Means fucking keeps you young.
