"They were." Howard looks certain of it. "Drake, that kid we kept in our basement, the psycho, he had that same look. That real eager look. They're the same kind of person."

There, no more blood. Just your clear monochromatic face, Zou! Howard stops short of trying to get drying blood out of Zou's hair and crams his shaking hands into his pocket instead.

"That was a good shot, though. The one you took." A self-preserving person would have aimed for the Kessek, but that's never really been Zou's style. Zou's more of a "shoot who you want dead" type, not a "shoot the person who can take you down fastest" type.