“Of course you don’t.” she snaps beneath her breath.  Her lips then fall agape and she can barely swallow the bile she feels rising. His words sting like a sharpened blade that had been put through a ring fire. Accept it. Live with it. Move on… As if she hadn’t seen enough death to coat her entire life in blood. Rather than accept it, live with it, or move on, she’d dawned a cape and some killer kick ass boots & accessories. – That was her burden to bear. Her choice. And, clearly, this, was his. 

           “Is this a necessary death? Is there no absolute way around it?” she dodges his inquisition with another. Because where yes, she general disapproves of brutal murder – she can comprehend the necessity for reform… for vengeance. 

      _{“since when have you been so interested in what i do?” it was more than just a simple question. far more in-fact, but he wasn’t about to allow that little bit of information slip out. no, he had an idea that she’d figure it out herself. after-all, ky never really enjoyed explaining himself, but what had him curious was that she seemed so interested. so, in his mind, he wanted to investigate or, rather, prod a little just to know what she meant.}

          _{“everyone dies. i just wonder… why this has just come up now.” ky didn’t expect a true answer, but he sure hoped he’d get one. at least that way… he’d know what he was facing against. “i’ve always been one to take lives. my species aside the urge has always been there.”}