[Of course, of course Kronid does not miss that flare of anger, that sympathetic fury crossing the face of his current companion. It's...sort of nice, actually, to have some of his own long-burning rage validated. Not that he needs it, of course, but...well. It's still sort of nice.
He opens his mouth to reply to the latter statement, but he freezes up, just for a second, one word echoing and sticking in his mind.
Sin.
I know so much of sin, don't I? Don't you?
The moment passes swiftly, the Goblin shaking it away in favor of a wry, dark little smile...but his eyes - his eyes are...weary, in a way that only someone as old as he can experience.
There is a faint crackle of electricity in his scar. Not enough to hurt, but enough that Vicious can just feel it, like something in him trying to reach out.
Kronid does not acknowledge it.]
You would think, my Knight. But they had other ideas, back then.
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He opens his mouth to reply to the latter statement, but he freezes up, just for a second, one word echoing and sticking in his mind.
Sin.
I know so much of sin, don't I? Don't you?
The moment passes swiftly, the Goblin shaking it away in favor of a wry, dark little smile...but his eyes - his eyes are...weary, in a way that only someone as old as he can experience.
There is a faint crackle of electricity in his scar. Not enough to hurt, but enough that Vicious can just feel it, like something in him trying to reach out.
Kronid does not acknowledge it.]
You would think, my Knight. But they had other ideas, back then.
...
Fuck them, though. What do they matter now?