Chen Mo raised his hand and smacked the coin away.
"To hell with your damn fate!"
The glint of silver shot past Harvey, struck the bottom corner of a filing cabinet, bounced twice on the floor, and rolled to a half-open storage room door nearby.
Chen Mo did not even look. He pulled his hand back and pointed at Harvey, cursing.
"I'm talking to you. Look at me! What are you consulting it for? If it agrees to let you kill someone, does it have to sign off on it too?"
Harvey lifted his face.
The white eye lenses before him narrowed into long slits. Spider-Man had practically crowded him against the corner of the desk, and the voice that had been deliberately gentle earlier now burned with anger even through his mask.
Chen Mo really was starting to lose it.
Goddammit, why did every last one of them insist on going down that road?
He had been through so much shit that he could barely piece himself back together, and he still hadn't planned on carrying a coin around and flipping it to decide whose turn it was to die today!
You've had it rough. I know.
I know!
But stop turning evil on me, you bastards!
Wasn't everyone supposed to be joking when they said they hoped the Earth would explode tomorrow? Why were all of you actually putting it into practice?!
"You want to keep these people in line? Fine. You want to arrest those drug dealers? Fine too. Isn't that what we're doing? Do you have to tack murder onto the process?"
Harvey took a step back, his heel stopping beside the coin.
"Then you take me away and let them back out onto the streets."
"I said don't kill them! Who said anything about letting