[He looks so sus, but maybe this isn't surprising for him. His eyes study Mikazuki's face, then the hands... He glances around like he's paranoid, then he looks at Mikazuki's face again as he... gives Mikazuki... his hands...]
[He hesitates, but this is expected. He draws his hands back to himself, exhaling slowly.]
They're assassins. They want to... Their whole shtick is to cleanse the world and make it a better place. The catch is, to do that, they want to cull about eighty percent of the population. So the world can reset.
They want to be at the top, though. Of the new world.
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hold his hands out? both of them, palms up. but it's a slow movement, like he's waiting for jason to decide if he wants to trust him]
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but mikazuki will accept jason's hands, and simply squeeze them once, gently. like a grandfather.]
I am glad you are here, and no longer there.
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Very Alfred.]
In the Pit, or the League? Maybe it did me some good.
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... do you think so?
I recall a friend saying to me once - that the sad moments make us who we are.
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[MAYBE ASSASSIN IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT ON YOUR RESUME, JASON.]
Just didn't have my ideals.
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[he's curious where the mismatch lies]
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They're assassins. They want to... Their whole shtick is to cleanse the world and make it a better place. The catch is, to do that, they want to cull about eighty percent of the population. So the world can reset.
They want to be at the top, though. Of the new world.