[His reaction is a slight cock of his head, not even a properly raised eyebrow. They come back. Death is not a permanent punishment, here. He's still not certain how to feel about that: he has never killed by mistake, rarely regretted any of the blood on his hands. Death is a mercy that comes after a torment.
And some people do not deserve mercy.
That is a tantalizing thought.
Leaning against his desk, hands resting on either side, he watches her flip the switch. She needs finesse, more practice, and she might even get it, here. It will be so interesting, to watch her learn. Maybe one day she'll even fool him.
Though he doubts it.]
So we all do. [He inclines his head, an appreciation for her concern.]
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And some people do not deserve mercy.
That is a tantalizing thought.
Leaning against his desk, hands resting on either side, he watches her flip the switch. She needs finesse, more practice, and she might even get it, here. It will be so interesting, to watch her learn. Maybe one day she'll even fool him.
Though he doubts it.]
So we all do. [He inclines his head, an appreciation for her concern.]
You've spoken about me.