He can remember all the times that Goodnight had come for him- when warrant officers tracked them down, when Billy was beyond battered only to have Goodnight come waltzing in with his tongue like the devils own- and Billy has to look away, not that he'd been looking at Vasquez fully anyways. This was different. Goodnight had run away only to return having seen the horror they were about to face and knowing they couldn't face it without him.
But he'd sought Billy out regardless, he climbed up that steeple and called out for Billy to join him. The memories of Goody teaching him distance shooting echoing between them, and the teachings paid off, picking men off in the far, far distance.
Then Goodnight fell off the church, and died alone, just as Billy had died alone as well.
"Goodnight does not believe he is a good man." Billy says after a moment, and all the anger in his voice is drained, instead there's something tired, aching, and hurt. "It is up to me to believe for him."
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He can remember all the times that Goodnight had come for him- when warrant officers tracked them down, when Billy was beyond battered only to have Goodnight come waltzing in with his tongue like the devils own- and Billy has to look away, not that he'd been looking at Vasquez fully anyways. This was different. Goodnight had run away only to return having seen the horror they were about to face and knowing they couldn't face it without him.
But he'd sought Billy out regardless, he climbed up that steeple and called out for Billy to join him. The memories of Goody teaching him distance shooting echoing between them, and the teachings paid off, picking men off in the far, far distance.
Then Goodnight fell off the church, and died alone, just as Billy had died alone as well.
"Goodnight does not believe he is a good man." Billy says after a moment, and all the anger in his voice is drained, instead there's something tired, aching, and hurt. "It is up to me to believe for him."