If only the guy would back down. If only this smug-looking piece of shit fucking guy would stop escalating the situation, but there it is, there's that word and yeah, Willard's heard it before, heard fascist and worse lobbed his way lobbed at what he was if not who he is but getting it here where he'd come for quiet getting it here when all he's done is ask a guy to keep his distractions to a minimum and get it from this fucking guy who just won't fucking listen–

Willard's quiet. He's quiet and he's still and it's just him and the guy and he needs to, he needs to keep himself planted, remember where he is. Just here. Just a library. Just a library and this is just some son of a bitch who thinks he can make a point about Christ only knows what.

Okay. Okay.

"We've got a right not to listen to...."

His voices echoes half-hollow in his own ear, coming from a distance.

"You don't know a thing about me."