Zamir slows down and puts Riley on the ground.
"Good job, kiddo." He says, walking back to the soldiers and grabbing their armour and weapons, "Do you want some armour? I'll tighten it up nicely, so it won't be loose. Might be a little big though."
((Yes.))
Lawson takes the knife out of Francis' eye quickly, and, while smiling, pushes his thumb into it. He feels the blood running down his fingertips and feels at ease, perhaps enjoying himself too much.
"Throw it away!" He says, getting his other pistol and handing it to Riley.
Lawson looks at Francis blankly.
"I've been through more than 100 times the amount of pain you're going through." He says, grabbing Francis' hand and snapping it.