[ WP ] The hero beats the villain by stooping even lower .

`` How much sugar do you take in your tea?'' 
 
 Black laughed at the question `` You put sugar in your tea? What kind of a savage are you?'' 
 
 `` The kind that likes his tea sweetened.'' 
 
 `` I'll take mine with no sugar. Please.'' 
 
 `` Ok, Mr.Health.'' 
 
 `` It's not about, health. I just do n't like sweet stuff. Especially not my tea, I like my tea bitter.'' 
 
 `` Maybe that's why you're bitter all the time.'' 
 
 `` Hilarious.'' Black replied with a sarcastic tone. `` You gave me enough reasons to be bitter for seven lifetimes.'' 
 
 Silence spread through the room, only to be broken by the sound of hot tea filling up a teacup. 
 
 `` So... are we going to pretend we're having a casual brunch?'' asked White, while holding the tray of fresh hot tea. 
 
 `` I do n't know about you, but I'm okay with that.'' 
 
 `` Seriously... there's no need for both of us to die. We can come to some understanding, can we?'' he said, while softly placing a teacup next to Black. 
 
 `` Well, if you leave, I'm gon na use this trigger here, and blow us both up. If I decide to leave, you're gon na use your trigger, and blow us both up.'' 
 
 `` Yes. And is n't that just a waste?'' 
 
 `` A waste indeed.'' Said, Black, sipping from his cup. 
 
 `` So how are we gon na decide who lives and who dies?'' 
 
 `` Coin toss?'' 
 
 `` Do n't be ridiculous.'' said White dismissively. `` How's the your tea?'' 
 
 `` Good. Bitter. Just the way I like it.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, you and your bitter tea. Mine is good and sweet, in case you were wondering.'' 
 
 `` I was n't. But thanks for the uninvited info.'' 
 
 Silence again, only the sound of the two sipping their tea creeped into the room. 
 
 `` I still have n't forgiven you, you know.'' said Black. 
 
 White sighed heavily. `` I would n't expect you to.'' 
 
 Black looked into his empty cup. `` Do you remember...?'' 
 
 White sneered. `` Do you think I kill so many people, that all my victims are now just one big blur?'' 
 
 `` I do. But regardless...'' 
 
 `` I know what you did.'' 
 
 Black paused. He stared at White, as if waiting for him to finish his thoughts. `` What did I do?'' 
 
 `` The virus. You infected your son with a virus, and when I sliced his throat, it spread all over me. I am infected, if you're wondering. Your plan worked.'' 
 
 Black took a deep breath. `` You knew? You seem very calm about it.'' 
 
 `` I deserve it, I guess.'' 
 
 `` You guess? You FUCKING MURDERED MY SON, AND YOU GUESS?!'' 
 
 They both just sat there, silently. 
 
 `` What kind of a father infect his own son?'' White said, with a more purposeful tone. 
 
 `` The kind of father who wants to see all other, sons and daughters of this world, live a long happy life. Life without monsters like you living in the world. That kind of a father.'' 
 
 `` And that's why I'm not touching my trigger. Even though... I'm dying, I'm not going to give you, or the kids out there, the satisf-'' 
 
 Black squeezed his trigger. It was silence again.
