Since when do you care about rules? Only when it suits you, right?
[he's not afraid. he's never been afraid, not of this man nor anyone else. he holds his head just as high, if not higher. he stares him down, right in the eye. maybe he isn't mafioso, but he has the backbone of one. the spirit. the ferocity. he's had no other choice. just like they have no other choice here, even as squalo wastes precious time.
the cuts bite. oh, how they bite. but they still don't hurt. he's beyond that now.]
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[coolly, unflinchingly:]
Since when do you care about rules? Only when it suits you, right?
[he's not afraid. he's never been afraid, not of this man nor anyone else. he holds his head just as high, if not higher. he stares him down, right in the eye. maybe he isn't mafioso, but he has the backbone of one. the spirit. the ferocity. he's had no other choice. just like they have no other choice here, even as squalo wastes precious time.
the cuts bite. oh, how they bite. but they still don't hurt. he's beyond that now.]