"So we press on in spite of the spite."
THE DEER HUNTER: ACT II & III | STATUS: ACCEPTING
✕ ▎ — ❝ @unmort
Few could claim to be comfortable in the presence of the deadliest assassin in the world, but Arainai at least had a sense of FAMILIARITY. He was never fool enough to LOWER HIS GUARD, but neither did his hands stray automatically to his weapons at the sound of her voice. If she was ever ordered to carry out a hit on him, it would be unlikely that he would be able to do much to deter her anyway.
This he has come to terms with long ago, on the first night he witnessed her kill. Her efficiency was superb, aim IMPECCABLE. Never had he been so chilled than on that warm, balmy night. No matter how many missions he sees her finish, he thinks he will never lose that instinctual fear.
Had she been anyone else, he may have even considered them to be friends. Their circles ran close, intel passing between encrypted missives and recon in the same city. Enough interactions to have a base of conversation, at the very least.
❛ Why of course; what else would we do ? Simply run like dogs with their tails between their legs ? YOU AND I would both have very short lived careers if hatred was any deterrent. ❜ He himself is no stranger to SPITE; the Crows had made damned sure that he knew his place. That he would be nothing more than a filthy mutt trained to do their bidding.
It had felt all the better when he slit their throats.
❛ Though I had been unaware that you were bothered in the SLIGHTEST by it, ❜ he raises a curious brow. For as much as he has suffered, what has been done to Widowmaker is undoubtedly, horrifically WORSE. Precious few are privy to the details, hidden in layers of security that only the highest of Talon operatives have access to, but the theories run rampant. ILLUSIVE and COLD, she has been praised countless times as the PINNACLE of Talon engineering.
He digs, subtly, but expects to produce little in the way of answers.
