The only thing Anthony cared about right now was winning this argument—if it could even be called that. He wasn't even phased by Ropati's comment. Anthony's internal monologue was spewing some bullshit along the lines of 'oh, boo hoo, you stabbed a guy, everyone does that, you're not special.'

"Yeah, well," he spoke again, god forbid. "I know plenty of people who've stabbed others and they're still not dicks."