He really doesn't understand. Not in the least. Why would it be someone's job to kill people?
But for a while, he stays quiet under the blanket. Whether he's thinking, or just feels safe under there, who can say. As the towel lifts, he peeks out, cautiously. Blinking wide-eyed at Spinister.
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He really doesn't understand. Not in the least. Why would it be someone's job to kill people?
But for a while, he stays quiet under the blanket. Whether he's thinking, or just feels safe under there, who can say. As the towel lifts, he peeks out, cautiously. Blinking wide-eyed at Spinister.
"Hello." A beat. "Yes. I... am."