“ now you know I gotta turn THAT down. ” taking on the world, sure. but anyone knew red wasn’t about to go out there and make a mess. “ lets just stick to the matching shirts and call it a day. ”
“your CHOICE, isn’t it?” he’d take the matching shirts for now – maybe eventually he’d spring for something more, but it was small steps that made a change. “— shirts and then the world will come later.”
he didn’t like it here; stuck in a cage. stuck in an area with no escape. shouldn’t have even came here or been anywhere near here. it was an action he was going to pay for – was paying for actually.
“—- you’ve had your fun.” though, he wouldn’t exactly call it that. he was akin a caged animal. one that would lash out the moment he had a chance – if he had a chance rather.
“we got enough being made without them being born. what’s being a halfbreed mean for your mortality?”
“well, as the saying goes? morals are for… mortals.” he then gave a shrug. “think of it as one foot in hell and the rest just follows suit one way or another.”
“I’D MUCH RATHER you tell me why you want me to go with you.” maybe she’s flirting with danger, but then again, arianna has never done things the easy way.
“DO YOU REALLY want to know why?” maybe she did, but ky didn’t think the reasons were that important. well, not to him at least – her was another story. “LET’S just say… you may not like the answer, but i can tell you it’s NOT fatal.”
“The only one who makes you look bad is yourself.” he said bluntly. “Not me. Blame that shit-show on someone else.”
He wasn’t in the mood for anything – not tonight and not anytime soon. If he had a choice, he’d be alone in a hotel room, but the problem was that just wasn’t advisable. His lovely family wanted his head (again) and he was stuck with his back both figuratively and literally against a wall.
there were only so many positive outcomes that could ultimately come from the situation they were in. if they failed, it would look bad on the both of them, but failure wasn’t an option. not this time around – a reason to why ky was hoping grant would extinguish the last witness. no one needed to know they were there and ky didn’t need anyone; be it shield, hydra, or otherwise trying to track them down.
❛ take the shot. ❜ his arms slipped from his pockets to behind his back. it was an order – the first one he’d ever issued towards grant, but it wouldn’t be the last. ❛ — or i will. ❜ not that ky would have ever lowered himself into firing a gun – grant must have known that already, but there were… other ways he could handle this one. ways that were much more painful than a simple bullet.
“You know, that isn’t a proper answer.” The comment was far harsher than originally intended, but the problem was he just didn’t care. He asked as he wanted to know why. Not just to know the number of times Strange would bleed for them, but also the reasons to which he was doing so currently.
“You beed often, more so than anyone else, and yet they don’t respect you.” Or maybe that was just how Ky saw it. Fighting for anyone besides himself was a worthless effort and yet it happened over and over again. He just couldn’t figure out the reasons behind it. “— Why is that?”
Hellfirebound 