It's not a matter of likin' it or not, not when I was the best there was and not when it let me live the life I wanna live.
( let him live richer. put food on the table, even.
and while march might be able to get her memories back, izou will never rid himself of the blood he'd spilt. )
'Sides, protecting folks is easy. It's the killing part most can't do. But I didn't give him room to flaunt his big brain policies neither. Listenin' to all that wasn't in the job description.
( everyone tried to act like they were smarter than him back then, but he didn't need a military genius or whatever to start mouthing off to him more than he'd already tried.
before he can continue, or even comment on her flinch, because of course he noticed it, izou feels an instinctive itch, a mounting tension that rises from his fingertips to a space in between his shoulder blades. tight-lipped and narrow-eyed, he hurries to grab at march's shoulder and attempt to wrench her backwards in a most unfashionable way. )
Something's 'round the corner.
( and he's right, as an animatronic zombie lurches aggressively into the pathway only to be met with a quick-draw slash that one might miss if they blink, its head sparking as it drops to the floor with a thud. )
no subject
( let him live richer. put food on the table, even.
and while march might be able to get her memories back, izou will never rid himself of the blood he'd spilt. )
'Sides, protecting folks is easy. It's the killing part most can't do. But I didn't give him room to flaunt his big brain policies neither. Listenin' to all that wasn't in the job description.
( everyone tried to act like they were smarter than him back then, but he didn't need a military genius or whatever to start mouthing off to him more than he'd already tried.
before he can continue, or even comment on her flinch, because of course he noticed it, izou feels an instinctive itch, a mounting tension that rises from his fingertips to a space in between his shoulder blades. tight-lipped and narrow-eyed, he hurries to grab at march's shoulder and attempt to wrench her backwards in a most unfashionable way. )
Something's 'round the corner.
( and he's right, as an animatronic zombie lurches aggressively into the pathway only to be met with a quick-draw slash that one might miss if they blink, its head sparking as it drops to the floor with a thud. )