[Hank is deathly still as Cross puts out the fire. His face is tense and stern, but inside he feels sick. He's already gotten into a yelling match with one of them over his desire to kill the other, but this is all just spiraling out of control.]
You know I can't let you kill him, either. Even in self defense.
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You know I can't let you kill him, either. Even in self defense.
We're better men than this.