[ He scowls, silencing for a moment. Yeah, he's been feeling like home is where he belongs more and more, but... Whether it's strictly brainwashing or something of a genuine change over these months, part of him can't help but wonder if it'd be better for him to stay here. Isn't he a much better person right now? He doesn't really love killing, does he? The realization of being a hired murderer can weigh pretty heavily. ]
[ But lately it's really feeling like the better option. Lesedi is full of shit, and he's no less of a slave here than he is back home, isn't he. ]
Of course I know about them. I'm not fucking blind, and I'm not fucking stupid. [ He just really has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do. (Losing half his band in near future might help nudge things along). ] And I don't fucking run.
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[ But lately it's really feeling like the better option. Lesedi is full of shit, and he's no less of a slave here than he is back home, isn't he. ]
Of course I know about them. I'm not fucking blind, and I'm not fucking stupid. [ He just really has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do. (Losing half his band in near future might help nudge things along). ] And I don't fucking run.