Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616163743/@comment-5583506-20190626201200

"That's because ... " he found himself stuttering on the words.

No, that was quite right. Whatever stood written about him in his profile was all true, and though he hadn't read the profile himself, he had no doubts that some of the facts were most likely exaggerated. That didn't change all the things he had done however. He had killed men and women alike for caps.

Some hunts he had enjoyed, there were some that he hadn't, but were necessary nonetheless. A man needed to have a code after all. He had killed in the most gruesome fashion possible, if that was what the client so desired, and he had killed discreetly, making his assassinations seem like an accidents. Some times he had to dispose of a body, to make sure not a single trace was found. So he supposed that the cannibal trait was in the profile there somewhere as well.

All things considered, he had never chosen a side concerning his kills. Fate killed indiscriminetaly after all, so why wouldn't he?

He sighed, obviously struggling to formulate a coherent sentence that wouldn't sound scare her away. "I won't try and hide the fact that I've done plenty of things wrong, nor will I defend it. I just don't want my profile to represent me as the person underneath ..." He gestured to himself. " ... all of this. Yet all the other deeds I've done, those which I assume have been left out by the profile. Were those all for nothing? All the good ones. I mean they must account for something, don't they?"

It was more of a rhetorical question as he certainly didn't expect her to have an answer, or be willing to answer it.

"However, you are certainly right though that I am far too early to be smitten, Kay. But there's just something about you that makes me feel like ... like I belong. It's like whenever I am close to you, I ... I know who I am."

He didn't feel like going all sentimental on her. There was nothing more depressing than having a mutated dog-man suffer through a love-induced existential crisis on your room.