Yes. Because I was trained specially in how to destroy them.
[Again, the seriousness - this is his role, after all, his given path.]
They're not to be taken lightly. There may be a few, but their kind of destruction can topple entire cities if they want to. Some of them want to lead quiet lives and live among humans which is fine by me, but others...
[He pauses, suddenly, a peak of confusion - his eyebrows furrow. There was one that...no? Was he hunting one of them?]
[He can't remember.]
Anyways. The point is...what I am is an Executor, Alex. [His expression is stern. Maybe she would see him differently because of it...but who knows what he might forget, as the days go on? He trusts her.] That's the kind of role I have.
[ she blinks at that wave of confusion, but seems to be listening closely enough. ]
...
[ she's still not sure what she thinks of death, or jobs and roles that involve causing it, but... well. it'd be hypocritical at his point to judge, when she lives surrounded by it herself. ]
So, I mentioned my roommates, didn't I? Last week, I think? And that they have an odd jobs business they run out of their apartment.
[ ... ] They work for the mafia. Sort of. The Christiano family's hands are tied when it comes to intervening or acting for the benefit of Twilights outside of providing medication for them. So they get around it by hiring outsiders to run the jobs for them -- Nicholas, and Worick.
But they take other jobs too. Including contracts on people's lives. It's not often, but considering they saved my life in the middle of one it'd be hypocritical of me to throw around any judgments. If that's what you're expecting.
[ a lot of people worry, or think she's too kind, or too soft for what's going on here. and maybe she is? she doesn't like killing, or knowing she's been near or involved with a situation surrounded by death. but it's not new to her, completely. ]
What people can do is one thing. What they do with it is another.
[There is a bit of surprise at the mention of the mafia. But as she talks, Hansa listens quietly, understanding. The world is filled with people. Good people, bad people. People who do terrible things, yet can turn around and do a good deed. People who can save a life, even when taking another.]
[He smiles at her last statement, sincerity like a sunbeam moving through a window. Its true. People have possibilities. Opportunities. What they choose to do says so much.]
I see. I appreciate it, really. People are complicated. And I'm glad that you found people who saved you, despite what they do. [A huff.] Thank you.
One of them used to scare me. Quite a lot, actually. But that was more my issue than anything else. Ignorance can be pretty damaging.
[ she just slumps back in her seat a little. that’s why it’s important, knowing what someone can do and knowing what they do or don’t choose to do with that power.
there’s a difference between hurting indiscriminately, and hurting for a reason, or on an order. ]
I’m not sure if any of that’s something to be thanking me for though.
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Yes. Because I was trained specially in how to destroy them.
[Again, the seriousness - this is his role, after all, his given path.]
They're not to be taken lightly. There may be a few, but their kind of destruction can topple entire cities if they want to. Some of them want to lead quiet lives and live among humans which is fine by me, but others...
[He pauses, suddenly, a peak of confusion - his eyebrows furrow. There was one that...no? Was he hunting one of them?]
[He can't remember.]
Anyways. The point is...what I am is an Executor, Alex. [His expression is stern. Maybe she would see him differently because of it...but who knows what he might forget, as the days go on? He trusts her.] That's the kind of role I have.
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[ she's still not sure what she thinks of death, or jobs and roles that involve causing it, but... well. it'd be hypocritical at his point to judge, when she lives surrounded by it herself. ]
So, I mentioned my roommates, didn't I? Last week, I think? And that they have an odd jobs business they run out of their apartment.
[ ... ] They work for the mafia. Sort of. The Christiano family's hands are tied when it comes to intervening or acting for the benefit of Twilights outside of providing medication for them. So they get around it by hiring outsiders to run the jobs for them -- Nicholas, and Worick.
But they take other jobs too. Including contracts on people's lives. It's not often, but considering they saved my life in the middle of one it'd be hypocritical of me to throw around any judgments. If that's what you're expecting.
[ a lot of people worry, or think she's too kind, or too soft for what's going on here. and maybe she is? she doesn't like killing, or knowing she's been near or involved with a situation surrounded by death. but it's not new to her, completely. ]
What people can do is one thing. What they do with it is another.
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[There is a bit of surprise at the mention of the mafia. But as she talks, Hansa listens quietly, understanding. The world is filled with people. Good people, bad people. People who do terrible things, yet can turn around and do a good deed. People who can save a life, even when taking another.]
[He smiles at her last statement, sincerity like a sunbeam moving through a window. Its true. People have possibilities. Opportunities. What they choose to do says so much.]
I see. I appreciate it, really. People are complicated. And I'm glad that you found people who saved you, despite what they do. [A huff.] Thank you.
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[ she just slumps back in her seat a little. that’s why it’s important, knowing what someone can do and knowing what they do or don’t choose to do with that power.
there’s a difference between hurting indiscriminately, and hurting for a reason, or on an order. ]
I’m not sure if any of that’s something to be thanking me for though.