'Shut up. I'm busy judging you.' I hated to be wrong. And to be this wrong?
I pried open one eye and turned my head. Marcone was still sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the side of the bed. Plaster drifted through the air and he sighed, coughing a little on the dust. The arrogant bastard was smiling at me. I was going to kill him. It was either that or admit that he was right and possibly not a complete waste of humanity. Killing him was bound to be easier and not nearly as damaging to my ego.