❛  preferably alive.  ❜ he feels his jaw tighten before the inevitable slack,  pushing the body over so it fit against the surface better.  while initially it didn’t matter,  vitals  &  organs were more preservable while the victim was still breathing (  on a personal note,  the writhing agony from creatures left more satisfaction– PROGRESS,  he liked to call it  ).
     there was no point in holding a GRUDGE with it,  as they had done what he had asked at the very least.   ❛  i suppose you have my gratitude,  though do not take this as an implication i think highly of you.  ❜ lvstu remarked,  looking them over with some contemplation.
     ❛  as promised,  there would be an exchange of…  intel.  ❜ there was a wiry hiss,  before a datapad was placed in the space between them.   ❛  raids.  death counts.  damage reports.  information on your ilk’s whereabouts.  fairly recent,  from our encounters.  ❜
his head subtly tilts, looking at the corpse indifferently; he had never found the point in taking something alive ---- everything deserves death at some point, even himself however long that particular endeavor may take.
the somewhat backhanded remark doesn’t receive an outward reaction, simply bringing the umbra’s attention back to the creature. if the creature could get any more charming, he’d have to kill him for imitating tyl regor.
he pulls the device toward him, his arm being the only sign of movement. there’s a guttural sound as he flicks through -- the damage, the locations, the targets: they all were ideal objectives for the betrayers and yet---- something was missing.
                          “ what did your people see? ”
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