Hickey doesn't let up. When Crozier's on his knees, Hickey brings his foot back to aim a kick at the man. His chest, his side, it doesn't matter where. He just needs Crozier on the ground. He needs Crozier beaten, bloodied, part of him wants to make good on his threat and kill that old man where he stands. He deserves it, the hypocritical holier-than-thou asshole. Crozier blames him for all this, but who was the one who got them there in the first place? Who's fault is all this?

Hickey looks down at Crozier, scowl on his face, rage driving him at the moment.