[ he doesn't know how to feel about that. about anything that comes from the knights mouth. it sounds honest, sure, but it all feels like a pipe dream; an idealist's lullaby. once again, a part of russell is irked at hearing the words.
but a bigger part of him only shrinks back further, taking another step back. his blue eyes break from vangeance's gaze, pained and confused. he's just so absolutely confused. what would he say if he knew about all he had done before coming here? about all the lives he took?
...
he sighs. this person doesn't have to know if he's not going to ask. so instead of telling him how useless of an endeavor that will probably be, russell nods, still looking away. ]
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[ he doesn't know how to feel about that. about anything that comes from the knights mouth. it sounds honest, sure, but it all feels like a pipe dream; an idealist's lullaby. once again, a part of russell is irked at hearing the words.
but a bigger part of him only shrinks back further, taking another step back. his blue eyes break from vangeance's gaze, pained and confused. he's just so absolutely confused. what would he say if he knew about all he had done before coming here? about all the lives he took?
...
he sighs. this person doesn't have to know if he's not going to ask. so instead of telling him how useless of an endeavor that will probably be, russell nods, still looking away. ]