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[100hearts]

Hey, Transports-ya.

[Seated with an expression of amusement, Law settled back after turning on his comm and sitting aside from it. He was seated in a small looking little office, juggling a human head in one hand. The young man whose head it was, with brown hair and blue eyes and a load of sedated confusion in his eyes--looked around pensively once in awhile, wincing whenever his head landed and touched Law's palm.

Law didn't seem at all phased by this. In reality, he was treating the man for alcohol poisoning and separated his head from his body in the middle of it, but he had no etiquette when it came to delivering this message. Rather, he just enjoyed himself in the middle of the procedure. The young native man didn't utter a complaint at all, but one could tell this was completely surreal to him. On top of that--the spot where his head was clearly disconnected from his absent body was blackened and doing nothing to bleed. No one could even see blood vessels, bone or muscles through the black lining on his neck.]

I'm in the middle of waiting on something, so I figured I'd make use of this thing to kill a little boredom of mine. Let's talk.

So, just so I can get the gist of what it is I'm dealing with at the moment: How many people have you killed? Can you even remember the numbers anymore?

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[100hearts]

You're suitable, then. Are you a mercenary or something? It's rare meeting anyone who'd go solo, where I'm from.

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[cowardwithoutfear]

Was a sentinel. There were multiple of us, but we often fought on our own.

Suitable for comparison you mean?

video;

[100hearts]

Yeah, that's what I mean. Though, it's an obvious comparison. [They're both jaw-droppingly exciting to talk to.]

So, who did you fight for?

video for the record; 1/2

[cowardwithoutfear]

My tribe. I protected our people, resources, but mostly people. Sometimes that meant killing. Sometimes that meant getting killed. [I know right? Rock, meet Petrified Tree.]

2/2

[cowardwithoutfear]

Clearly never happened to me though. [...or maybe not.]

[100hearts]

Luck and skill often times complement one another.

[No smiles from this guy. Not nice ones, anyway.]

Then, you've done well. How do you feel about this place?

[cowardwithoutfear]

Except for my roommate, it's dark, dreary and freezing cold.

But its better than being injured and sinking into the sand.

[100hearts]

Sounds a little familiar. [Well, sort of. Almost everything in the New World would kill you if you were slack in paying attention.]

I imagine a lot of things beat that, though. I'm mostly just used to the environment trying to off anyone that passes through it.

[cowardwithoutfear]

Pretty much. We use hover technology to avoid much of it altogether.

This does make me wonder. Are you a killer? Or is killing simply a means to an end?

[100hearts]

It wouldn't be pragmatic to operate without killing some of your enemies. There are those who can't be allowed to stand back up, after all.

However, I'm a doctor. Even as a second nature, I suppose that indiscriminate murder isn't in my prerogative at most times. [That wasn't to say that he didn't kill a lot.]

[cowardwithoutfear]

[Aidan nods] Makes sense.

[100hearts]

And, you? I don't suppose a mercenary is always hired to kill.

[cowardwithoutfear]

Just killed when I had to. My goal was to run people off and to protect my tribe. Killing was just a means to that end.

[100hearts]

Reasonable enough. In that right, you're probably the same as a hero.

[cowardwithoutfear]

[He laughs.]

Except heroes are dumb and moralistic about killing people. Even the people trying to kill them.

[100hearts]

Well, 'chivalrous knights' are. Most Heroes are just given that title by the ones they've saved.

[cowardwithoutfear]

See? In that case I could care less about the title.

[100hearts]

That doesn't mean you'll avoid it.

[cowardwithoutfear]

Sure. If people wanna call me a hero, I don't care. It's irrelevant to me.