That last incident had been a fucking disaster. No one fucking cares why he did it, and no one fucking cares if he takes himself completely out of the circuit when all is said and done. Rook has been barely living for the past year or so, just existing, making ends meet somehow. Throwing brick, carrying rocks, there are a lot of labour intensive jobs where they don't care if your hands are smeared with blood or not.

At first he thinks hearing his brother's voice is a hallucination. Maybe dehydration? Maybe he's finally going mad. Why would Jay be here bugging him for something so trivial as eating?

Yeah, it's just his ghosts making a noise. He listens for a moment before bending over his work once more. Go away, ghost. Apparently he doesn't eat lunch?