Thinking once again about Louis and Moran duality
The cold, efficient killers who will blow through a crowd of opponents with knives and guns without batting an eyelid, so seemingly unfazed and uncaring
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The man who feels, intensely, every last beat of his own heart and recognises its fragility and his own mortality, and the man who lost a hand and an entire team of men and who feels acutely the devastation one tiny twitch of his finger against a trigger can bring
The hard, outer surfaces which disguise souls so very aware of the precariousness of life and how delicately they need to handle each other













