[ It could have been anyone. The forest is full of potential, and Five bends easily to the whispers of violence on the night air. When he comes across Moran, walking alone, his only thought is how fortunate he is that the opportunity presents itself. Nostalgia washes over him with the familiar rush of anticipation. When he was an assassin, efficiency was essential to predicting every ripple in the timeline, and he'd lie in wait for moments exactly like this.
It's not often that someone sees Five coming before he intends. Less often that he's invited, but he obliges and steps forward. Even in the shadows of the trees, the contrast between them is laughably stark. One dressed in silks, the other, smaller but covered in the marks and stains of previous encounters. There's already blood on his hands, but that much could be attributed to the curse, with the remnants of torn and dirty cloth still loosely wrapped around them.
His formality sparks amusement in him, and his mouth splits into a wide grin. ]
Hello, Moran. [ The name comes easily to him, and he continues to feign polite conversation while he starts to circle around. ] Out for a stroll?
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It's not often that someone sees Five coming before he intends. Less often that he's invited, but he obliges and steps forward. Even in the shadows of the trees, the contrast between them is laughably stark. One dressed in silks, the other, smaller but covered in the marks and stains of previous encounters. There's already blood on his hands, but that much could be attributed to the curse, with the remnants of torn and dirty cloth still loosely wrapped around them.
His formality sparks amusement in him, and his mouth splits into a wide grin. ]
Hello, Moran. [ The name comes easily to him, and he continues to feign polite conversation while he starts to circle around. ] Out for a stroll?