[ Not that he remembers how or where or what. Like a lot of his life, he doesn't have memories only vague impressions of past events that he might have been part of.
He glanced up and shrugs, looking down at the fish and then flips the knife around in his hand going from a casual grip to something more lethal, and proceeds to just rip the fish open, dissecting it with a precision that only shows that a part of his mind remembers how to be a weapon. ]
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[ Not that he remembers how or where or what. Like a lot of his life, he doesn't have memories only vague impressions of past events that he might have been part of.
He glanced up and shrugs, looking down at the fish and then flips the knife around in his hand going from a casual grip to something more lethal, and proceeds to just rip the fish open, dissecting it with a precision that only shows that a part of his mind remembers how to be a weapon. ]
Anything is a weapon. I know that much.