EACH EXCHANGE ONLY SERVES TO HIGHLIGHT WHO HE IS β someone clearly against the use of laws in any land he finds himself in. this man's only saving grace may truly be if there were any in this place to begin with at all, no sight of any prison nor court to be found in his myriad of stays. thus, what had been him assisting who he thought was someone in need of help has now turned into something far more headache inducing, apparent in the way his chilled gaze sharpens. β Not exactly, β he shoots his words back with a precision, albeit still remaining cordial as he is wont to do.
blood has surely been spilt due to those young, vengeance laden hands, but it would never happen like that again. not while he has a sense of himself, at least.
gunshots ring out through the air, like some strange, violent symphony to those who know exactly what to listen for. gauntlets remain in place, one gun aimed their way as a bullet shoots out from its barrel. simple enough, the swerve of wriothesley's head easily dodging it before it can land its target. as if it would, the one offering the preemptive shots seeming to be a newer recruit, incapable of a steady hand amidst all the adrenaline.
β As a prison warden? I'm usually hired to keep them in line once they're nice and locked up, β he finally amends his earlier statement, fingers flexing with the rotation of his wrist, driving home the rather lofty gap between their paths in life. were there a need to rough any of them up, that was doable, perhaps with the slightest threat that the duke could have anyone killed he wanted without justification. β Besides. This place? You don't exactly stay dead, so my line of work is probably the way to go. β when droves of people were buried beneath the superficial grounds of this place, they would surely return, salivating with a vengeance against the one who had put them there.
so, he dodges another shot aimed at him, all before launching himself forward at a staggering speed that lets the younger recruit yelp in surprise. whether the other gentleman would listen was uncertain, though one thing was: he would at least take this fella down to spare him the horrors of a possible bloody rebirth while he could.
