His actions were, unexpected, to say the least.  Her eye’s widened as he tilted her chin, stilling when his lips met hers. What on earth was going on?  Questions raced through her mind when he stepped back, her gaze falling onto the smiling mask.

‘Agitate you?  I can’t remember doing anything to warrant such a response…’ She didn’t argue against the other part of the statement, merely raising an eyebrow instead.

“you don’t recall a rather heated debate we had about my methods? how curious….” he mused, tapping the chin of his mask as if deep in thought.  “perhaps it was simply a dream. pay it no mind then.” he chuckled. 

She had to pause, her mind trying to recall what he was talking about it.  He was about to dismiss the entire conversation when she remembered.

‘I might have forgotten that incident, but that still doesn’t make your actions right.’  Her eyebrows furrowed while she shook her head. ‘I ‘agitated’ you?  Good. I’m not going away anytime soon.’

He couldnt help but laugh.  “I’m quite aware of the worlds views on my craft. and I dont expect to change it overnight.” he explained with a chuckle. “and you needn’t go anywhere. I prefer you right where you are.”

She thought for a minute, not having expected his question. “Well, I don’t have your skill with firearms unfortunately. Though I have always been awfully fond of blades of all sorts. And with as much space as a human canvas could provide, it’d be easy to find something unique to do each time. And then there’s always the damsel in distress bit, people never stop falling for that one.”

She turned back to him, “Really the possibilities of what I could do with you are endless, especially if you were to teach me what you know.”

He laughed, the noise a bit scathing.  so this was it, was it? carving bodies and parlor tricks? was that what she thought his work meant? “if you prefer blades, I suggest you begin practicing immediately. blades are a wonderful tool for those who can wield them like a surgeon. the feeling of playing such an up close and personal role in ending a life can be intoxicating, but take heed…” he raised his prosthetic right hand, flexing its fingers. “blades are for the confident, not the arrogant. decide which you are before you pick up that weapon. make the wrong choice, and it will cost you.” he said as he lowered his arm once more.  “as for the arts, I can teach you instruments and painting, but the style you develop must be your own. no one likes a copy cat killer after all.” he chuckled.

She stared up at him for several long moments, arms crossed over her chest. “You don’t think I could do it. I kept myself rather busy while you were gone.” Fingers tapped over the hilt of the knife she had taken to keeping on her person, “It’s easiest to hurt someone who thinks you incapable of doing so.”

She turned away, “If you think I’d be poor with blades then what would you recommend I use?”

He narrowed his eyes.  they had been growing dangerously close and her attitude was beginning to reflect that. she wasnt his slave, but it still clear he was not being strict enough.  “I didnt say that. I said you need practice. my line of work requires absolute dedication. if you think you can put any less than 100%, you are better off staying here.” he said.  “I cant tell you how to do this. I can only teach you what I know. true art comes from your own inspiration.”

His actions were, unexpected, to say the least.  Her eye’s widened as he tilted her chin, stilling when his lips met hers. What on earth was going on?  Questions raced through her mind when he stepped back, her gaze falling onto the smiling mask.

‘Agitate you?  I can’t remember doing anything to warrant such a response…’ She didn’t argue against the other part of the statement, merely raising an eyebrow instead.

“you don’t recall a rather heated debate we had about my methods? how curious....” he mused, tapping the chin of his mask as if deep in thought.  “perhaps it was simply a dream. pay it no mind then.” he chuckled. 

She thought for a minute, not having expected his question. “Well, I don’t have your skill with firearms unfortunately. Though I have always been awfully fond of blades of all sorts. And with as much space as a human canvas could provide, it’d be easy to find something unique to do each time. And then there’s always the damsel in distress bit, people never stop falling for that one.”

She turned back to him, “Really the possibilities of what I could do with you are endless, especially if you were to teach me what you know.”

He laughed, the noise a bit scathing.  so this was it, was it? carving bodies and parlor tricks? was that what she thought his work meant? “if you prefer blades, I suggest you begin practicing immediately. blades are a wonderful tool for those who can wield them like a surgeon. the feeling of playing such an up close and personal role in ending a life can be intoxicating, but take heed...” he raised his prosthetic right hand, flexing its fingers. “blades are for the confident, not the arrogant. decide which you are before you pick up that weapon. make the wrong choice, and it will cost you.” he said as he lowered his arm once more.  “as for the arts, I can teach you instruments and painting, but the style you develop must be your own. no one likes a copy cat killer after all.” he chuckled.

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