Vasquez

He needs to keep swinging, keep pushing, twisting the knife until Faraday sees the blood and decides that it's a lost cause, no matter how much it tears him apart to do this. He keeps staying right where he is, he doesn't even push back when Vasquez pushes at him. That had been his first hope for escape, thinking maybe if he could bait Faraday into a fistfight, he could scramble his way out.

Then, instead of arguing back or shouting, he just speaks calmly and patiently. Gaping at him with disbelief, Vasquez wonders what the hell has changed to make him so mature and calm.

Without meaning to, he sags a little in the shoulders, not taking his eyes off Faraday. "I'm not going to go," he vows, even if Faraday won't believe him. "I'm just going to go back to the saloon and drink until I pass out." He can't just go, not yet, he just doesn't want to be stuck in this room.

Now that the anger has ebbed slightly, Vasquez sees how close he is to Faraday, how intimately close. Stepping back, he swallows back other words, ones that are cruel and aimed to hurt.

"Why do you care so much that I stay?" he asks, because maybe that's the answer he really needs, before he can make a decision about what happens next.