Does he believe people can change? What a loaded question, and not even a moment after there's finally a chance to catch his breath.

   The soft *SHIFT-CLICK* of an ammo magazine echoes off the damp walls of the old stone cellar ( their current sanctuary ) as it slides into place. Leon's gaze travels up then, to the side, where his current companion takes his own respite on the opposite wall. It's subtle, but his brow pinches together — possibly conflicted.

   ❝ Don't you think there's other things we should be worrying about right now? This place isn't exactly what I envisioned for a heart-to-heart. ❞