“If anything, it turns my stomach,” he admits with weak and weary smile. He’s done enough of it to know he doesn’t enjoy it, and has seen enough to know that those who do make his blood boil with a rage that can’t be tempered. He’s only killed by accident, or necessity. Survival, first and paramount.
Not that he hasn’t tried to kill for revenge, when he was younger. Stupider. But even then, it was the injustice that burned and boiled. Not bloodlust.
But none of these are the thoughts of Brasso. Dear, even-keeled, ever trustworthy Brasso. And he will do right by his friend’s name.
“I’ve no desire to see it done, either - is that a worry? Have you had others with that kind of - ah - appetite?”
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“If anything, it turns my stomach,” he admits with weak and weary smile. He’s done enough of it to know he doesn’t enjoy it, and has seen enough to know that those who do make his blood boil with a rage that can’t be tempered. He’s only killed by accident, or necessity. Survival, first and paramount.
Not that he hasn’t tried to kill for revenge, when he was younger. Stupider. But even then, it was the injustice that burned and boiled. Not bloodlust.
But none of these are the thoughts of Brasso. Dear, even-keeled, ever trustworthy Brasso. And he will do right by his friend’s name.
“I’ve no desire to see it done, either - is that a worry? Have you had others with that kind of - ah - appetite?”