âWhy didnât you call me? I can help in those types of situations, hell Iâm trained, Iâve been trained all my life to do shit like that. You didnât have to go at it alone, you know? For gods sake Iâve handled angels milliseconds from leveling towns, I think I could handle something that is good at trackingâ Â Â Â Â I went through all this trouble because I canât let anymore people in this life die. Itâs on me to keep my hunters, my associates, alive. Itâs all I have, and I will do everything to keep it running smoothly.â
The pacing had already beginning, a hand running through her hair. It was all indications of the anxiety and anger she was feeling. She mayâve been good at hiding things from others, but when push came to shove, her armor cracked in waves.
At his revelation in the truth of what had gone down before he had disappeared on her, it caused the huntress to stop in her motions, turning quickly on the balls of her feet to look at the mortician once more.Â
He wasnât lying, she could see that much. Tybalt was easy to read, he always had been. That coolness of death that surrounded him in an aura made it easy to detect when things were amiss with him. He was open, honest, something that was hard to find among the people she normally associated with. Â
Even then, Griffon was probably the most neurotic, stressed out and closed in person out of them all. And who could really blame her for thinking everyone and anyone was willing to sell her out when all she had grown up with was watching various men come through and take advantage of her family. Hell, she had even fallen for the trick with a boy, she had even begun to like himâ
âAnd Iâm a non-medicated person with severe anxiety. Â Â Â Â Â Â If you knew where I was coming from, youâd understand why I would be concerned on being sold out. I have a high price over my head, a lot of people want me dead, a lot of people want my soul or something to get to me. I canât help but be a bit paranoid.
âBecause I didnât want to risk anything happening to you.â
There was no hesitation. Nothing else to it.
In a huff, Tybalt shook his head and went back to his task of organizing skeletal remains, where he had left off before Griffon barged in. Why did hunters have to be so stubborn? What point was there always putting your life on the line? Never, for a minute, in all his time away from the girl, did he think that she wouldnât be able to handle it. But what if? Bad luck and timing never cared how well trained you were. All it took was a little slip of destiny - something her kind experienced on a daily basis. And if Tybalt had the opportunity to increase her life span just by subtracting one problem, then...
âListen now and listen well, Miss Singer: my life is my own. I too am capable, and in case the though ever crossed your mind, you will never go into something with the intention of dying in my place.â
He had to swallow a dryness in his throat simply from speaking those words. As much as he liked conversing on the many mysteries and aspects of death, never would he be comfortable with discussing the fates of those comfortably. His hand trembled as he held a piece of a femur between thin fingers.
âJust...â The blond sighed again, shoulders forward and head a tad lower. âIâm trying to understand you, but you truthfully do not need to worry about me. I have nothing to gain from you, nor you from me. Other than company.â
But, gods, it was much more easier when it was just him.








