"Do you trust him or do you trust me?" Jackson Sully chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery appearing on his face.
Shane Winchester's expression darkened slightly. Before he could speak, Jackson Sully raised his hand and ripped open his clothes, revealing two gunshot wounds on his chest. "Since getting injured, these wounds have split open countless times, even becoming infected. You gave me these wounds, but it was he who bandaged them. Should I trust you more?"
Shane Winchester's face also turned somewhat ugly, whether from excessive blood loss or due to Jackson Sully's words.
"Or do you think I should trust a man who deceived me for four years; a man who has always been deeply in love with another woman? Shane Winchester, don't you find that laughable?"
Shane Winchester lowered his gaze, his thin lips tightly pursed, remaining silent.
"I never expected you to come to save me, nor did I hope for it, so you should go. I still want to live; don't drag me down with your arrogance."
