[What does that word even mean, to them? To lost souls from a City where beloved ones could easily turn on each other for the right price? He's a monster of a man. She could've just been like that wide-eyed worker of the Syndicate who was left behind after the massacre, who had painted that lovely yet ruthless depiction of his eyes as he let her bleed out as thanks for giving him the password. His "mercy" is worse, he thinks.]
[And yet Malkuth still trusts.]
[Why?]
[Why doesn't she understand...?]
[He threads a scarred hand through his bangs, pensive once more.]
I didn't always have these eyes. [...] Only fellow Colors were able to.
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[What does that word even mean, to them? To lost souls from a City where beloved ones could easily turn on each other for the right price? He's a monster of a man. She could've just been like that wide-eyed worker of the Syndicate who was left behind after the massacre, who had painted that lovely yet ruthless depiction of his eyes as he let her bleed out as thanks for giving him the password. His "mercy" is worse, he thinks.]
[And yet Malkuth still trusts.]
[Why?]
[Why doesn't she understand...?]
[He threads a scarred hand through his bangs, pensive once more.]
I didn't always have these eyes. [...] Only fellow Colors were able to.