Does vengeance truly heal your wounds, or does it keep them festering and raw?
“ Someone once asked me the same question– ”
He began, voice low and guttural as though speaking with a throat as dry as the desert sands. Pyke moves slow, carefully yet fluidly like water, silent steps falling on the ground like snowfall; and abruptly does he toss his harpoon at the other’s feet, but inches from scathing her.
“ Poor bastard couldn’t ask me again when I said I couldn’t hear him. ”
The emphasis of his question comes from the thumb that dragged across the air just in front of his throat, grazing the fabric of his mask. The smile he wears is evident in the words he speaks, though it is not a friendly one.














