[He doesn't think that he's ever met someone who would oil and care for the blade that ran them through, then return it to the person that attacked them. He's beginning to understand just why Will has so many scars... the man has no self preservation instincts whatsoever.
There's a moment of hesitation, but he does eventually take the knife and slide it into one of his many hidden pockets.]
If you see me that way again, just run. If I come after you, then you better hope you get in a lucky shot.
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There's a moment of hesitation, but he does eventually take the knife and slide it into one of his many hidden pockets.]
If you see me that way again, just run. If I come after you, then you better hope you get in a lucky shot.