Well, technically, he does know, a little bit from whatever crumbles of press they got here and the rumors, but in his mind, those two things aren't necessarily connected. His gang did murders; he still liked to think that wasn't the entire basis of his bond with the kid that ran with them. Maybe the cannibal girl had a perfectly normal, happy childhood. It doesn't look like she'd dreamt up her dad, though, unless it was him there at the back.
He steps away from the hazard waiting to happen, but doesn't leave just yet, instead lingering by the door. Leaving just might drop him in the empty streets with encroaching waters again and he'd much rather risk becoming a pincushion at the moment.
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Well, technically, he does know, a little bit from whatever crumbles of press they got here and the rumors, but in his mind, those two things aren't necessarily connected. His gang did murders; he still liked to think that wasn't the entire basis of his bond with the kid that ran with them. Maybe the cannibal girl had a perfectly normal, happy childhood. It doesn't look like she'd dreamt up her dad, though, unless it was him there at the back.
He steps away from the hazard waiting to happen, but doesn't leave just yet, instead lingering by the door. Leaving just might drop him in the empty streets with encroaching waters again and he'd much rather risk becoming a pincushion at the moment.
"You get along well?"