Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20170331224843/@comment-4681758-20170719023307

As he slowly walked towards Nero, Ciarán was silent, and stared at him for a moment before he leaned in close to Nero's face. "I can be patient.  Normally the answers are the worth the wait.  Where a shipment of weapons are going, narcotics, dangerous criminals, I have all the time in the world.  And you know why?  Because I care what the answer is going to be.  But in your case," he said as he pressed Nocturne Cross against Nero's neck, "I don't care about the answer.  I honestly do not give a damn what your reasoning is for taking a young, traumatized girl away from the only real home she's ever know.  So don't think of this as an interrogation: Think of this instead as your chance to convince me to keep you alive, because right now, I'm more interested to see what kills you first: blood loss, or drowning.  Am I clear?"