yet. and john has dealt with enough Hunters to know that, if there is such thing as staunching blood before it's been spilled, one would damn do well to at least attempt it.
sometimes, but especially in a situation such as this, the strength of john's gaze is his only viable weapon. he is stolid and unblinking as he returns the look that dimitri gives him, but he at least seems to accept his assertion — and his explanation. he considers it for a moment, then he blinks, casting his gaze down. yes, he hadn't forgotten that the young man is a bloody king back home; but even beyond the feeling of regal responsibility, he feels as though there's little argument that can be made against someone who wishes to return his people to the world they were meant to inhabit and the lives they were meant to live.
if john would be delivering the people of his world to anything but a living hell, he would do the same. )
...Of course. I understand.
( yes, he is Zenith, but he likes to think he is reasonable. he likes to think his own choices for Harmonizing as he does might be understandable to others, if they had the chance to know what it is he leaves behind. )
Let's get on with it, then.
( now would be a great time to produce the pocket knife he typically carries with him, but it had been left behind with everything else upon his arrival here, and he hadn't had the presence of mind to search for anything practical in the ruins (only that which he felt was typically hidden from his view). his eyes begin scanning the desiccated tunnels nearby — is he going to have to find a rock sharp enough to do the job...? )
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yet. and john has dealt with enough Hunters to know that, if there is such thing as staunching blood before it's been spilled, one would damn do well to at least attempt it.
sometimes, but especially in a situation such as this, the strength of john's gaze is his only viable weapon. he is stolid and unblinking as he returns the look that dimitri gives him, but he at least seems to accept his assertion — and his explanation. he considers it for a moment, then he blinks, casting his gaze down. yes, he hadn't forgotten that the young man is a bloody king back home; but even beyond the feeling of regal responsibility, he feels as though there's little argument that can be made against someone who wishes to return his people to the world they were meant to inhabit and the lives they were meant to live.
if john would be delivering the people of his world to anything but a living hell, he would do the same. )
...Of course. I understand.
( yes, he is Zenith, but he likes to think he is reasonable. he likes to think his own choices for Harmonizing as he does might be understandable to others, if they had the chance to know what it is he leaves behind. )
Let's get on with it, then.
( now would be a great time to produce the pocket knife he typically carries with him, but it had been left behind with everything else upon his arrival here, and he hadn't had the presence of mind to search for anything practical in the ruins (only that which he felt was typically hidden from his view). his eyes begin scanning the desiccated tunnels nearby — is he going to have to find a rock sharp enough to do the job...? )