Mitchell is doing a little too well for someone who had insisted he was one of the good guys only a couple of months ago, but then this had always been his forté whether he chose to like it or not. He's busy gutting someone with the knife they tried to use on him when the gun goes off.

For a moment, he contemplates pulling at entrails like a stage magician would handkerchiefs. Despite what he may like to believe, it's not just a matter of killing; there are times when he wants to cause pain. Times when he feels so hideously angry at people and all he wants to do is make them suffer.

But not right now --there are more important matters to take care of. Instead he casts the dying man aside and swiftly follows after Deacon, raring for whatever comes next.