[It sounds insane, but the look on the kid's face stops him dead. Obviously he takes it seriously, and it has a kind of fairy tale nightmare logic to it. Blake's heard of weirder things. Seen them, too, lately.]

Getting dark doesn't kill anybody.

Makes me think of something I told another kid a long time ago. You can't arrest somebody on fortune-telling. Conspiracy, plots drawn up, that's one thing, but you can't blame somebody for a crime that's not even in their head. Whether or no to do it is still up to you.

But this...

[He takes a long, long breath.]

This is done. No taking it back.

[Change. Small word, big, big idea.]

You got your whole life ahead of you. Me...

I've done a lot of nasty shit, kid. I always had a good reason. There was pressure, shit to take care of, no time to go around wearing kid gloves or second-guessing your gut.

Here, I got nothing but time.