"None sense. I know when I'm right." Tiel said, although it felt like a lie when he said it. He knew nothing until today and it had felt like a splash of cold water on his face.
"You think I'm wrong?"
"You're just grieving at the moment. I don't know how long it's going to take for you to let it rest. But eventually you will." Tiel lit a cigarette then placed it between Wouters lips.
"I'm not going to torture you. If that's what you're thinking. The plan has gone too far in for anyone to stop it now. So it doesn't really matter what you do." He mustered a dry smile then let it fall. There was no pleasure in doing any of it. It was just that, they needed to steer the narrative. And he considered it steered already.
Like a truck. He just needed to watch it crash while it went full force.
