Razor grabbed Alex by the shoulder, turned him around, and sighed. "One. You had NO REASON whatsoever to attack him. Two. What the hell was he supposed to do, sit there with your knife stickin in his jugular vein? Oh, and let me ask you something. Are you in a romantic relationship with Ginger? Because if you are, I don't have a problem with that, but unless that's the case, let the guy flirt with whoever the hell he wants to. If he wants to go on this crazy suicide mission, let him!! We could use all the help we can get. Furthermore, you're supposed to be our leader, and the last thing we need is for you to be threatening every sorry chap who JUST WANTS TO HELP OUT!!! I know better than you do when somebody is trustworthy or not. I've spent my entire life on my own. I have to be able to have that sense about people. Well, I don't really trust anybody.. But this guy... He's not the type who would kill us in our sleep or whatever you think it is he might do." With that said, Razor turned abruptly and left the gym at a fast jog.
Back in his apartment, he took a cold shower (he always takes cold showers to avoid getting "soft"๐ and changed into a tanktop, jeans, boots, and a leather belt.