[ For a moment, it's reflexive to twist out of the grip. Slam a blow into the stranger's face, their throat. End the threat. Gabe doesn't move. He goes still, and slows his breathing down. Prep your shot, sniper. The body is nothing.
The blade is sharp, at least. Gabe takes care of his tools. It splits the skin easily.
Gabe doesn't react much. He breathes with it, slow and steady.
no subject
The blade is sharp, at least. Gabe takes care of his tools. It splits the skin easily.
Gabe doesn't react much. He breathes with it, slow and steady.
Four letters. That's nothing. That's easy. ]