Tayden walked back into Dirk's room. "Um... Hey, where did you get off to? You were gone for quite some time."
"Out," Dirk said as he put a suitcase that he had just purchased on the bed. Most of his things were sitting under a pile of rubble where half of the complex used to be. Good thing he didn't really have any personal items. "I had to make a few arrangements for the trip." He walked over to the closet and opened it up. Several black trench coats filled it. Italy. Winter. It's probably gonna be cold, he thought to himself as he pulled down the wool coat and put it into the suitcase.
"I was wanting to talk with you," the fallen angel continued as Dirk proceeded to pack a few more clothes. "About what we were talking about earlier. I think that it's important."
"Tell you what," the gunslinger said as he rounded a corner out of Tayden's sight. "Leave a pamplet on the nightstand, and I promise not to wipe my ass with it later." He returned from around the corner with his hat in his hand. He placed it in the suitcase before taking off his coat and hanging it back up in the closet.
"That's what I'm talking about. Your total disregard for... everything. There's too much out there for you to just push it all away."
"There's too much at stake for me not to," the gunslinger's voice was cold and quick. "Listen," for a brief moment, Tayden thought that he saw a shimmer in the man's eyes, "you seem to be a nice guy, so let me give you some advice: Don't try and play that 'brining out the nice guy' game with me. I'm the wrong guy. You'll lose every time."
"That's the problem. I can't give up like that. I have a purpose here."
"So do I. And it doesn't involve being anyone's friend." He began to take off his gun holsters and place his weapons in a footlocker. "Now go bug someone else. See if you can get Grimm to take off that damn mask of his."
"Um... Well, it's not really...... oh, never mind." Tayden walked out of Dirk's room.
