it's all right. i forgive you. (From Sean Hampton @unexpectedwhimsy ) the last unicorn starters || accepting
"I'm not repentant, Hampton. Not for this."
Geoffrey hardly has time for social niceties when he's in London -- even less so on this particular excursion -- but he's well aware of the East End's very own Sad Saint. He can admit that the man has done good for this part of the city, for people who wouldn't have anywhere to turn otherwise. Some of his men have spoken reverently of the night asylum and its overseer, and Geoffrey would be a fool not to recognize a cornerstone of a community where he sees one.
But he'd also be a fool to not have caught on to the less than human nature of some of Hampton's flock. A bleeding heart is a dangerous thing in times such as these. Geoffrey toes at the recently severed head at his feet, the thing's pitted skin and glassy eyes enough to make the hunter's own skin crawl. He doesn't know if the Saint knew this leech personally, or if he just feels responsible for everything that lives and dies around the Docks.
Either way, Geoffrey doesn't feel bad for killing it.
"Don't waste your prayers on this beast, either. Whatever soul it once possessed is long gone."
