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[heorte]

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[heorte]

I've never boxed.

[ there's some whole, grotesque logic about fighting inhuman, hivemind creatures, but— ]

Normally, I don't want to leave anything alive behind me, even if it looks like they'll bleed themselves out. There are things here that'll get up.

[innerharbor]

You don't got the eyes for it, though.

[heorte]

What does that mean?

[innerharbor]

You don't read like a killer. It's in the eyes.

[heorte]

[ flattering. maybe. ]

Not always, apparently.

[innerharbor]

Nah. You killed people, maybe, but you ain't got the attitude.

[heorte]

You mean I didn't enjoy it.

[innerharbor]

Nah. I mean you give a shit when it happens.

[heorte]

I do.

[ it doesn't mitigate most outcomes, but. ]

But there are scenarios where that doesn't matter. I wouldn't want you to...mistake me, for someone better than I am.

[ ie: holden. ]

[innerharbor]

I got a pretty good read on people, man, don't get your panties in a twist.

It ain't about you. Just good to know who's a killer in this outfit.

[heorte]

That's fair enough.

[ and ellis has clarified to his satisfaction, so. ]

There isn't really a vetting process for that.

[innerharbor]

I know the signs. People're just people. They all show their hand eventually.

[heorte]

That's true.

[ comfortingly, or no. ]

Is it too much to ask you to share your list with me, if there's anyone you feel needs an extra eye kept on them?

[innerharbor]

The only person worth following here's Holden, but that's just 'cause I haven't been here long enough.

Lotta people worth protecting.

Only killer so far's me, and a few fuckers in Darktown. Not 'cause they get off on it, mostly. Just 'cause that's all they know.

[heorte]

[ a hum of acknowledgement. ]

Considering that, we might as well get to work in the training yard.