Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-25119920-20160923201654

Corvus looked at Thallium with a glare that said 'The fuck was that?'. Honestly speaking, it somewhat warmed his heart to see someone who cared for the lives of others, whether good or bad. But, then again, it made him sick to stomach and gave some glommy memories. The memories where he was once like that. Not wanting to hurt people. It wasn't that he liked hurting people, now, but sometimes there was no other way. Didn't really help that the cultists were trying to kill them and were probably brainwashed to do it. Might as well put them out of their misery, you can't save em all, an experience the crow learned personally.

Just need to put it in a way he can understand.

"Putting people out of their misery." the blunt asshole suddenly springing out of his mouth.

''Goddammit, Dorifutā. Way to put it nicely.''

As more cultists raced for him, he simply aimed his rifle at them and fired a shot at one of the grenades, for an early detentation, before leaping off of the glacier, trying to pull Thallium with him. Though, the freezing got them first and then they blew up via the bullet or just by the grenade, he wasn't looking. Right now, he just needed more Dust and guns.