[Costigan stares at Jack with an even expression, allowing the silence to stretch between them for a few long seconds. Then he shakes his head and straightens from his perch, dropping his hands.]
It's all bullshit anyway. [It's a general dismissal of this place and the events surrounding them. The Bostonian's tired of pretty much all of it, especially the magic. He glances towards the door and then back to Jack again.]
action;
It's all bullshit anyway. [It's a general dismissal of this place and the events surrounding them. The Bostonian's tired of pretty much all of it, especially the magic. He glances towards the door and then back to Jack again.]
We should go.