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He brushed his hair back with his hand, minding the horns protruding from skull. He pushed the mask up onto his face covering his eyes and limiting his senses. His blood pounding loudly in his ears as he stepped out of the building with a flourish that was uniquely his own. She would have laughed at him, would have called him dramatic.
He went to work.
He did what he was good at. Keeping his mouth shut when needed and broke bones. He wasn’t just hired muscle. He was the hired muscle, he was better than the rest of them. His superior didn’t have to sneer down at him when he failed his job, because hedoesn’t fail. He gets the job done, and dirties his hands when he needs to.
She couldn’t stand that about him. Couldn’t understand how he could just turn off that part of him, that small little part that cared for others. He never did care for many people; he cared for her and still does. But she was his partner, a friend and a—and a fellow faunus. He tsked at himself, scolding himself for thinking about her again.
She made her choice. She was the one that left him.
He shouldn’t be thinking about her again. After all, the day was only just starting and he already had blood on his hands and a foul taste on his tongue. He didn’t want to think about her as he went about such things—he wouldn’t taint her image with his reality.
She would be ashamed of him.