[Cassel does not expect Slevin to be smiling. In fact, what he's mostly expecting is a bullet, right between his eyes. He doesn't brace for it, but waits for it, breathing in and expecting death, breathing out and expecting it again.]
[What the rest of him is waiting for is exactly what happens, which is Slevin's sudden, very nearly miraculous appearance. Cassel smiles double for him, a bright grin radiating across the dusty landscape like a second sun.]
[He doesn't shout, at least; just smiles and smiles and walks, slow with light steps, to this man who remembers torture at his hands as recently as yesterday. Maybe to his death. He isn't sure. But what he knows is that his chances of dying are going down with every passing second he still breathes.]
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[What the rest of him is waiting for is exactly what happens, which is Slevin's sudden, very nearly miraculous appearance. Cassel smiles double for him, a bright grin radiating across the dusty landscape like a second sun.]
[He doesn't shout, at least; just smiles and smiles and walks, slow with light steps, to this man who remembers torture at his hands as recently as yesterday. Maybe to his death. He isn't sure. But what he knows is that his chances of dying are going down with every passing second he still breathes.]