[ Hwy might've seen Hickey partaking in whiskey once or twice, so whiskey it is! When he enters the promenade, Hickey is lying on the floor in the center of the hall, staring up at the ceiling, cigarette in his mouth.

He smirks when he sees the glasses. Aw, how kind. ]

Will you be cross with me if I say I did?

[ He sits up, taking a drag of his cigarette. ]

Don't mistake: I took no joy in killing Andrew... but the carnival, hah. What a show.