words spoken by a tongue as sharp as knives were offered in return as rosinante's glare dug into golden eyes revealing themselves as the man turned with the force of his grip. for a moment, a gasp left from lips painted into an almost clownish smile, enlongating from each corner of his mouth putting the phrase "turning the frown upside down" into a display as litteral as could be.
rosinante was, however, not smiling.
neither was the man before him with eyes bearing so much semblance to those that despised the world and everything in it; but unlike the kid who had that hidden loneliness and fear laying underneath all that hatred, in this man's eyes, rosinante saw nothing but confidence and a spirit that could not be swayed.
not only the eyes, in fact the resemblance was further widespread to the point where confusion was almost eminent, where one might suspect a relative if not for the knowledge that any single blood tie law should have would no longer be of this world, perished in the inhumane purge of flevance.
a joke was perhaps a very good suggestion. a cruel reminder of the folly of mortals, granted one who had been born as a god. if he was no longer alive, why could he not simply rest peacefully?
"..." words dying on his tongue despite the power of silence having no current hold of his person, rosinante released his grip on the other and lit a cigarette.
"perhaps so," he finally acknowledged. "this might be a blessing from the skies or a trick of the devils. but if my last moments of awareness before moving on have to be a mirage... well, something like this might be what that brat would end up like. wouldn't that just be great?" fingers pitching the bud, the smoke that was building up in his lungs and airways exhaled into a cloud. that was how it was in the end, huh? no matter how real everything may feel in his moment of distress and weakness, now that he had calmed down, the original conclusion of his demise resurfaced within his mind.
large figure turned away from the image of his mind, his presumed final present before the end. he'd seen enough.
"if he can grow up like this and become his own person free of the shackles of the past, then i can want nothing more." his hand slowly fell down against his side, the faint glow of the cigarette moving along with it. he didn't need it now, not anymore. with acceptance in his expression, rosinante looked towards the sky and closed his eyes.
