Joseph was simultaneously entertained by how uncomfortable this made Bawen, and surprised by the level of vitriol that came pouring out of him. He had become such a meek little dweeb when confronted back in the cafeteria, so Joseph had thought he wouldn't have the balls to say this shit to anyone's face. But he did, and he did not hold back. He well and truly proved his deep seated contempt for the poor bastards that Joseph had called over to meet him. There was one thing that Joseph took good notice of, and that was the fact that in spite of all the bile he heaped on Berke and Mark, he never once said a bad word towards Joseph himself. He couldn't bring himself to talk shit to the man that had dumped him in this awkward situation.

For Joseph, this little nugget of information only filled him with nothing but contempt.

[b]"No."[/b] Bawen would hear as a hand shot out and gripped him by the wrist, a new found disdain disseminating through the vice grip he was now held in. [b]"I called these two over on good faith, and you take the chance to spit on their kindness? I don't think so, buddy boy. I think you should apologise to these two fine gents. Like you mean it."[/b] Joseph was looking him right in the eyes now. His words suggested compassion for the cruelty endured by the others, but the look in his eyes betrayed a desire to see Bawen suffer.

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