el verdugo

you've just done irreparable damage to my soul, and stripped away any semblance of safety or happiness from me, and set me back years in my attempts at healing from my past

but, it's all good. i'm used to it.

Ghosts on a Tree (1933)

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 30

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"So, are we done shooting each other now?"

"What the hell do you mean you lost them?"

"If you saw a crime about to happen, what would you do?"

"Can you just explain exactly what you do?"

"You see what this place does to people?"

"Can we not do this right now?"

"Has it occurred to you that perhaps I want to be alone?"

"Why is there an ear in the omelette?"

"You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that one normal?"

"What, you admire him now?"

"Was it worth it? Compromising yourself for money?"

"Nothing ever changes with you, does it?"

"You realise I'm still here, right?"

"Do you have any regret for the things you've done?"

"You know you're a suspect, right?"

"You know who I am, don't you?"

"Must you always be such a smartass?"

"People rarely notice things right in front of their eyes, don't you find?"

"Have the headaches started yet?"

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Do you have nothing better to do?"

"Why would you say something like that? What kind of person says something like that?"

"Don't all husbands lie to their wives?"

"Did he arrest you or something?"

"What's the possible upside to asking a question like that?"

"Is this the part where you tell me there's something I should know?"

"Do you only date cops?"

"This isn't a training exercise, is it?"

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Why are you singing?"

"I know you've got a secret. Won't you tell it to me?"

"Do you think you can tell who a person is just by looking in their eyes?"

"Do I look like I tan?"

"Are you asking me a question, or are you accusing me of something?"

"Are you in love with him?"

"Can you promise me you're not going to let anyone hurt me?"

"Are you trying to fix me?"

"You're giving me orders now?"

"Do you have something you believe in so deeply, so passionately, it goes beyond simple loyalty?"

"Why is your house so big?"

"Haven't you seen enough blood for one night?"

"They told you I was crazy, didn't they?"

"Moira-dono." Hinoka answered swiftly and without hesitation, "She deemed it a priority examination."

Moira had been the one to free her from prison, practically saved her life given Japan's 99% conviction rate and taste for the death penalty. Hinoka was only here because of the Irishwoman and even if she questioned the geneticist's ethics she would not voice them aloud.

"I do not believe in direct human experimentation without explicit consent, and it would be too rash a decision to do so early on without any data on the subject. I presume that nanites are circulating within your bloodstream." She gestured with her hand, "So fresh blood draws are necessary for me to observe whether or not the frequencies of the nanites will inhibit or alter your baseline."

Over and over again he'd hear the grasp of a fist and the broken gurgle of his own blood and through it all his bleary blinded gaze would stare right back up at the very man beating him to death. Through the pain and cries of agony, never once did he move to stop him. Never did he hit him back even when he had the chance too. He took the hits, took the beating because that was his Commander...and he wouldn't hurt him even if it meant he'd die here under his weight.

The same hands smashing his face in had been the very same that yanked him close as he weakly succumbed to his emotions when an agent he cared for died on the battlefield. The same hands that held his shoulders, told him he'd be safe with him. Each hit would leave him bleeding and broken but he'd still manage to open at least one eye to look up at Gabe...his mentor. His one true friend...

'I won't fail you sir!'

But he did. He had.

"M'sorry...v'failed you....C-Commander." Came the broken Cowboys hitched whisper through broken lips after a furious swing from the demons fist. His body laid prone under him, face a beaten bloody mess. A pool of red wine oozed where the brunettes head laid on a cratered cement ground.

''M's-....sorry Gab...riel..."

Cas whimpered out his name, ignoring when his lone good eye began to water and slowly the tears there spilled over his busted eyelid to tracked down his broken cheek and bruised jaw. The tears would leave the only clean tracks down his dirt and blood covered face, leaving a clear line of salted water. It was all he could musted out, soft and so full of pain. The hurt in his heart far outmatched the pain of his body.