Re: At The Safehouse
"But a lot more people pay you to kill those than inconvenience them in some way. You profit from more misery than you absolve." Robert says, taking off his vest and the shirt beneath it to clean his wound.
His torso is wiry, but corded with muscle. A lattice work of scars and cuts crisscrosses his body like miniature train tracks.
"Do you ever consider that your talents might be more useful elsewhere?" he asks as he tries to bandage himself.
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