β it'd be easier if they just killed me. β
leon understands that sentiment on a far deeper level than he'd care to admit. moments after signing his life away, bullet wound still sluggishly bleeding, infection forming, that realization came, and it's yet to disperse. he's come to understand that it's a shared thought that most people in their line of work tend to echo in one way or another. though with all of that being said, he's never taken joy in knowing it's something of a hive mind, in a way. there's no comfort in the fact. in truth, it's somewhat unnerving. something he wishes he were able to diffuse.
maybe with knox that actually can be a possibility. umbrella has taken far too much from the both of them, but that's why leon's here, is it not? they were friends once upon a time. something close. . . somewhat there, somewhat not. he'd be damned before he didn't try with everything in him to help someone he still cares about.
the dingy hotel room that they've found themselves in reeks of mildew, dust catching the light from the television playing a mindless loop of infomercials. it's far from fancy, but it's safe for the time being. " yeah. it probably would be, " the agreement comes somewhat lightly from the man sat on the generic swiveling desk chair. " but easier isn't always better. i think the best thing here, is that you are still alive. wouldn't be able to get the satisfaction of helping me take these fuckers down if you weren't, right? "
