"We don't need special powers for the world to get nasty."
That being said, Keith finally puts down the book he took from Coby's pile and clears a part of the desk directly between them, placing one of his hands down there.
... Really, it's no big deal is it? He and his brothers and the Martillo Family didn't go around showing off what their bodies could do, but that was because if enemies knew and they got careless, the fear factor of the dead coming back to life would fade, and it could get used against them. They could still feel pain, after all. But Coby was a Marine. He was not a gangster and he was not an enemy from New York. Hell they probably didn't even exist in the same time-space. It didn't matter. Silently, Keith fishes into his jacket's inside pocket for a knife he keeps on hand.
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That being said, Keith finally puts down the book he took from Coby's pile and clears a part of the desk directly between them, placing one of his hands down there.
... Really, it's no big deal is it? He and his brothers and the Martillo Family didn't go around showing off what their bodies could do, but that was because if enemies knew and they got careless, the fear factor of the dead coming back to life would fade, and it could get used against them. They could still feel pain, after all. But Coby was a Marine. He was not a gangster and he was not an enemy from New York. Hell they probably didn't even exist in the same time-space. It didn't matter. Silently, Keith fishes into his jacket's inside pocket for a knife he keeps on hand.
"Most guys don't know about it, that's all."