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You rolled your eyes, dissatisfied with the fact that no one could see you do it. <span class="mu-r">“Oh good, the living reason why most people dislike my profession. You working with anyone right now? I want to know if I need to expand my shitlist."</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I don’t particularly play well with others. For obvious reasons.”</span> he said, shifting uncomfortably under the thick webbing.
You scrutinized him carefully, wondering if he was trying to cover for an ally or an employer. You’d have to look into it later.
<span class="mu-r">“You got a name, tough guy? I’m getting real tired of thinking of you as ‘Cannibal Tarzan Guy” in my head.”</span> you asked.
His grin widened considerably, and you were convinced that it would split his face, right then and there. <span class="mu-r">“People like to call me ‘Bloody Lips’, which is…somewhat appropriate. And you’re the Huntsman.”</span>
You glared at him. <span class="mu-r">”Who else is on your little list? Anyone I might know, or…used to know?”</span>
He leaned back and smacked his head against the tile so hard that it cracked a bit. He didn’t appear to be bothered in the slightest. <span class="mu-r">“The ones that came before your ‘battle nun’ shouldn’t matter to you. They’re not worth mentioning. As for the others…”</span>
He glanced around the room, locking eyes with everyone in turn. <span class="mu-r">“They’re <span class="mu-i">probably</span> not on the list, but I can’t say for certain. The trail might have me circling back around to them. It’s winding and screwy. It’s not all that concrete, y’know?”</span>
You shook your head. <span class="mu-r">“No, not at all.”</span> you said wearily. <span class="mu-r">“Look, I'll make this simple. You give me names, I might reconsider having your mind probed and wiped. Who hired you and who else is on your list?"</span>
That same predatory grin flashed across his face for a brief moment, before he dialed it back a bit. <span class="mu-r">“Trust me. You don’t want to go looting around in my head. It wouldn’t exactly be a walk in the park.”</span>
You folded your arms across your chest and sneered down at him. <span class="mu-r">“That’s for us to decide.”</span>
The room fell silent once more, as the two of you exchanged assessing glances. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision.
<span class="mu-r">“The names wouldn’t mean anything to you. I only drew you out because I thought that you might have more information.”</span> he said, staring at Rintrah with more than a little interest. <span class="mu-r">“But judging from the way that this conversation is going, I’m probably just wasting my time here.”</span>
Bloody Lips sighed and ground his teeth audibly. <span class="mu-r">“For every person I taste, I get another lead. Your girl had something that I wanted, so I moved further down the list. This is something of a…personal project.”</span>
You clenched your fists so tightly that your knuckles popped and turned white. Louise was just another mark on a long list of victims? Does this asshole seriously think that he can get away with saying shit like that in the situation that he’s in?
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