You want to know what I think? [Flat, blunt: the look of someone raised on the streets without an ounce of comfort to their name that wasn't just bought and paid for. She thins her lips from where she's sitting beside him, violet eyes glinting in the dark.]
I think you want someone to kill you.
[It's an accusation she's been nursing for a long time, braced by his habits, his needs and demands— for everyone. Himself included.
He lives like a leader with assets under his fingers. He talks like someone that wants nothing but death, in every form.
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I think you want someone to kill you.
[It's an accusation she's been nursing for a long time, braced by his habits, his needs and demands— for everyone. Himself included.
He lives like a leader with assets under his fingers. He talks like someone that wants nothing but death, in every form.
She's Los Muertos; she would know.]