' isn't there some saying about revenge? he who seeks it, ought to dig a grave for himself as well?
Ā something over-poetic my dad would have said.ā
he canāt help but give that cocky smirk because he didnāt see a point in holding more than one vendetta at a time. why chase hide that travels in herds. pin the stragglers rip out their throats, and move onto the next.
some of those throats were already in the streets. so why bother here? for him, there HAD been a job which, was now no longer, and ellis. heād stay for ellis as long as they were together. if anything Heād leave this place with him, find somewhere new. but for now, they were in seattle, under the scrutiny of the d-u-goddamn-p.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā all i know, is iāll stay here over cay.ā
Ā Ā For a brief moment, he thinks about Shane and Ā Ā himself on that cliff and his face twists, a cross Ā Ā between dark amusement and grimness.Ā
"Well. Not so bad advice, I guess. But whoever said that underestimated some people, don't ya think?"
Ā Ā People like me.Ā
Ā Ā Fetch raised his eyebrows at the smirk. Hell, maybe Ā Ā this guy had more of a survival instinct than he was Ā Ā giving him credit for. He knew survival like the back of Ā Ā his hand, but for him it was a dark, gritty thing that tasted Ā Ā like coffee made with battery acid. Before, survival had Ā Ā been waking up to find out you weren't stabbed in the Ā Ā alley you slept in. Now it was getting up to a big city you Ā Ā helped save and superhero-ing the shit out of the bad guys.Ā
Ā Ā Some things change.Ā
"Anywhere over the Cay."
Ā Ā He crosses his arms, looking up. If he could he'd storm the Ā Ā prison tomorrow and free every poor bastard still locked up Ā Ā in there, and laser every DUP off the side of the mountain. Ā Ā But not everything was that easy.
"If I had it my way there wouldn't be no Cay, but nothin' ever goes my way." He's joking, saying it with a smirk, though it used to be true.Ā















