Let me offer you a chair- THere's an old familiar face back in Destiny City. Last time they met it wasn't on friendly terms... and it's possible it may not be that friendly this time either.
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"I don't..." He half turned to snap back at the Senshi of Hail, only to feel the faint skin ruffling sensation of the senshi's power vanishing as he went... he didn't care where he'd gone. He was just glad that he was gone.
I don't need your help and
I don't hide behind civilians had been a couple of the options that sprang to mind, the words he hadn't had a chance to speak burned in the back of his throat like hot acid, and he was tempted to spit on the ground, to see if it made him feel cleaner after the discussion.
His back and shoulders still throbbed, and every nerve felt particularly alive in the wake of the fear that had gripped him. He remembered the accident that had happened to Falco Marks... he remembered it like an half forgotten dream, but apparently old fears still remembered him.
"Jackass." He grumbled.
The wild swings of behavior... the talk about purification not saving him from what he'd done in the negaverse, being flung against a stone wall like a toy... none of it fit together with the offer to stay anywhere as a place of safety. Except maybe the part where it was a 'whore house'.
Somehow it fit that the revolting Senshi of Hail would go there. He still remembered the old d**k jokes, and he'd felt...
Disposable.
He didn't figure himself to be the one best equipped to guess peoples motives... but Castor...
He could't decide if Castor was unhinged or very canny... or both. Because somewhere in the conversation he'd gone from a revolting sinner that needed to be destroyed to... to...
A tool. Bait maybe. He didn't know.
He didn't know and he didn't like it.
"What the hell is your game, Frosty?" he demanded of the night air.
Purification doesn't absolve you of your crimes. He said, with a glint to his eyes that was easy to ascribe to a dangerous madness, like he'd seen in Painite's eyes. Madness unrelated to Chaos, but maybe fed by it. Maybe that was why Castor's wings were black. Maybe it had always been why they were black. He'd never seen a non corrupt Senshi with black wings. Never.
What about your crimes, Price of Hail? Who do you think is absolving you? A place to crash offered by the man he'd been sure was about to kill him, demanding to know who he was...
He'd be damn sure to avoid that place, unless it was to drop a hint to the police to get it shut the ******** down. Whore houses were not known as being places of comfort and safety to the women there, they deserved better.
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