Sixteen is pretty young. And I remember you telling me about him. Pettiness seemed to be his drive. To destroy someone who got something he didn't feel they deserved...
[Their previous conversation is coming back to him, now. To think of someone whose grudge consumed them, forced them into a dark path...]
Haha. [His own smile grows, twisting into a smirk.] Of course it does. I won't pretend it doesn't. In the end, I follow what the Lord says, and do what has to be done. Even if that means annihilating the Church's enemies.
[Hansa looks down at the water. Both of their reflections seem muted, rippling, dark.]
...I guess you and I are more similar than I thought. Both of us have blood on our hands. We're just trying to do our best, in this kind of dark, twisted world.
[It sounds very harsh. Very... lawful good maybe. So good, you're almost bad in some of the things you do. But Blanca can't judge; he can't judge anyone being the person he's been.]
I was that way when I was a soldier. Not to the Church, but to the army, to the special operations.
[He follows Hansa's gaze out to the water.]
Next week, I want to show you something, if you wouldn't mind, Mister Cervantes. I haven't shown it to anyone yet, but I think someone should know just in case it comes up later.
[Even sometimes, you try to be lawful good, but your very nature means that the Church can't exactly keep you under its thumb. Its fine. Hansa is happy where he is. Not happy with the things he has to deal with, but happy all the same.]
[He nods.]
That's fine. You have your role and all. And I think I'll show you something, too. [He lets out a low exhale.] With the state of our memories, I don't know how much we can rely on. Its best we have someone to be a crutch in the case it falls through our fingers.
I didn't especially think I would care to let others know about myself much less... memories, I guess. Old professional habit. But you're right. The longer we're here, the more I'm realizing, it may be beneficial for at least one other person to know something about you.
Whenever you're ready. Don't feel as if you need to show, or tell me anything simply because I'm entrusting you with something of mine.
Hey, maybe I will. Too bad we don't have more Crown Royal to share.
[He looks at the hand, then smiles up at Blanca.]
Go for it. Get some rest. I need to check on Alex, anyways. [And then...a beat.] Hey, those scratches you had during the trial...were they from Lup? Did she really do that to you?
[Now that gets him to grin. He just shakes his head, chuckling.]
Oh, I'll overlook it just this once. [In a tone of voice that implies that he really doesn't care about how sinful it is or whatever.] She's a wonderful woman. I can hardly blame you.
[Hehe. What a cute look on Hansa, wow! He offers the man a friendly few pats of both understanding and parting on the back of the shoulder as he walks by over the bridge.]
Let's talk tomorrow. [He pauses briefly to look back.] With Archer, and... maybe with Mister Won as well. Goodnight, Mister Cervantes.
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[Their previous conversation is coming back to him, now. To think of someone whose grudge consumed them, forced them into a dark path...]
Haha. [His own smile grows, twisting into a smirk.] Of course it does. I won't pretend it doesn't. In the end, I follow what the Lord says, and do what has to be done. Even if that means annihilating the Church's enemies.
[Hansa looks down at the water. Both of their reflections seem muted, rippling, dark.]
...I guess you and I are more similar than I thought. Both of us have blood on our hands. We're just trying to do our best, in this kind of dark, twisted world.
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I was that way when I was a soldier. Not to the Church, but to the army, to the special operations.
[He follows Hansa's gaze out to the water.]
Next week, I want to show you something, if you wouldn't mind, Mister Cervantes. I haven't shown it to anyone yet, but I think someone should know just in case it comes up later.
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[He nods.]
That's fine. You have your role and all. And I think I'll show you something, too. [He lets out a low exhale.] With the state of our memories, I don't know how much we can rely on. Its best we have someone to be a crutch in the case it falls through our fingers.
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I didn't especially think I would care to let others know about myself much less... memories, I guess. Old professional habit. But you're right. The longer we're here, the more I'm realizing, it may be beneficial for at least one other person to know something about you.
Whenever you're ready. Don't feel as if you need to show, or tell me anything simply because I'm entrusting you with something of mine.
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[There's a playful sort of tone in his voice, like yeah, of course, why not? Just go along with things. Enjoy what happens. Isn't that how life is?]
Besides, I like you. Isn't that enough?
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That's enough. I'm honored. I enjoy hearing about your adventures. I hope you'll indulge me in more some other time.
[When he turns, he puts a hand on Hansa's shoulder.]
Thank you for the company. I need to check on Miss Lup before she buzzes out of her skin this week.
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[He looks at the hand, then smiles up at Blanca.]
Go for it. Get some rest. I need to check on Alex, anyways. [And then...a beat.] Hey, those scratches you had during the trial...were they from Lup? Did she really do that to you?
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She's quite feisty. [He chuckles.] It's just something casual. I'm sure you understand how difficult it is to resist a pretty woman.
At least, I hope you won't condemn me for having a little fun and not being married.
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Oh, I'll overlook it just this once. [In a tone of voice that implies that he really doesn't care about how sinful it is or whatever.] She's a wonderful woman. I can hardly blame you.
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Miss Alex is very wonderful, too. [Pointedly. Since, you know. Not that he's assuming.] But she is someone you have to be more gentle with.
Tell her hello for me when you see her.
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[Hansa sort of just smiles to himself, looking away.]
I'm a priest, Blanca. [He almost looks...vaguely bittersweet.] But I'll keep that in mind. Say hello to Lup for me in return.
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Let's talk tomorrow. [He pauses briefly to look back.] With Archer, and... maybe with Mister Won as well. Goodnight, Mister Cervantes.
[And then he keeps going.]
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Yeah. [He raises a hand in goodbye.] See you tomorrow. Have a good night.
[And he'll just stand here, looking down at the water.]
[He'll probably be here for a while.]