He fixes his gaze on you, not breaking eye contact. He starts talking with a sigh, his voice steady and low. You don’t think he’s angry so much as very, very tired.
WAX: my name is Wax.
WAX: thanks to Spit, we’ll be forced to oppose each other.
WAX: I’m not going to lie to you, I hate this situation.
WAX: I’m sure you do too.
WAX: for everyone’s sake, I hope you have your act together more than my new…teammate.
WAX: there’s a good chance this game is going to become a bloodbath and I’d really like to avoid that.