“ please just calm down now. ” -Lizzie
@lizziemoran
“Бог чертовски подери. Я собираюсь снимать безвольного ублюдок. Сон- что шлюхи” He had been muttering for the past hour, talking of revenge for the little girl who laid on the dining room table of this dusty old house. Knife out and ready, he had paced around the room, looking at the pale little slip of a child. Waiting for her eyes to open for the past day. Either she’ll be alive or… He refused to think of his actions possibly killing her, he was saving her- if she died it would be on the man who shot her. That was what he was telling himself, he didn’t want another life’s blood on his hands.
But then her faint voice asked him to calm down. The affect was almost instantaneous, he sheathed his knife and went to sit at her side, smiling faintly. She was alive, his hasty attempts at saving her succeed. All those times going to the doctor on the Bratva’s payroll had paid off. “You strong enough to make journey to Atlas? Gwen can help better than I.”
