Jager was a rock. It was as if he lacked emotion, instinct, rage.. guilt, fear? Torment. Sanity. Help. He'd sit there, for ten minutes,or ten hours; give him the substance to survive, he'd do it for ten weeks. This was a man that had been forced to confinement on solitary levels, he'd long ago chipped off a piece of his own sanity in return for keeping the rest. This was a man who could sink a ship with all those in it, if only to make a sick joke out of a woman claiming to throw the weight of her sickly body around him. This was the man to slice open the spine of a yellow jack without hesitation or remorse; this was a man who had just got done stomping the brain matter of a kid out in pure aggitation for a job poorly done. And Zhavi had the audacity to stick herself in a dark room alone with him? From a distance, he'd have had a strange attraction to something as ludicrous as her, that was, if she weren't such a royal pain in his ass.
“Since I left you last at the inn.â€
Words tore from his lips like the hard edge of a piece of construction paper. Crisp, thin; cut. Rourk had a sick way of getting into one's head; punishment was always done on a psychological level, often times using physical elements or not. It didn't matter; if heaven and hell were real, this man was the Devil. For six weeks, he had been thrown into a dingy and left afloat the vast ocean. Six weeks in the sun could fry a few circuits beyond repair. The wires were always simple to hide behind new casing. Zhavi was out of her league if she thought she could go toe to toe with this man here. A fight, this city, her savvy street guile.. sure; here. No.
“Since I left you last at the inn.â€
Words tore from his lips like the hard edge of a piece of construction paper. Crisp, thin; cut. Rourk had a sick way of getting into one's head; punishment was always done on a psychological level, often times using physical elements or not. It didn't matter; if heaven and hell were real, this man was the Devil. For six weeks, he had been thrown into a dingy and left afloat the vast ocean. Six weeks in the sun could fry a few circuits beyond repair. The wires were always simple to hide behind new casing. Zhavi was out of her league if she thought she could go toe to toe with this man here. A fight, this city, her savvy street guile.. sure; here. No.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
