[ he can tell that the question struck a nerve. nevertheless, he knows that look. pure hatred. he's seen it directed his way more than a few times, and he's directed it at others.
he thinks briefly of the man that raised him, and the horrors he subjected on most others. he thinks of Skull Face, and what he'd done to a girl around her age.
...he knows the type. some might call him the same as them, but that was just one of the many masks he wore. there was little point to needless violence, after all. ]
...Is he here? [ no. ] Is he awake?
[ but if he was, it wouldn't be his revenge to take. ]
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he thinks briefly of the man that raised him, and the horrors he subjected on most others. he thinks of Skull Face, and what he'd done to a girl around her age.
...he knows the type. some might call him the same as them, but that was just one of the many masks he wore. there was little point to needless violence, after all. ]
...Is he here? [ no. ] Is he awake?
[ but if he was, it wouldn't be his revenge to take. ]