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“DID HUMANS CARE ABOUT DECENCY WHEN THEY TOOK MY FAMILY?!” Sherlock shouted back, bashing the wall in a fury hard enough Alessio flinched before he could steel himself. “SO WHAT IF I AM NOTHING BUT SPITE?! I WOULD HAVE BEEN A PERFECTLY FINE PERSON IF HUMANS LIKE YOU DIDN’T EXIST!”

What did I do…? Besides which, nobody could actually decide if Alessio was a human or not – which was an excuse to hate, honestly, but…

Did that mean Endlessly Angry was actually considering genocide – if he didn’t just hate society but all humans in general…

Alessio still had a finger on his bow.

Panting, the half-draekon gripped some measure of self-control to lower his voice to an even more threatening volume, savagely.

“And you know fully well what I am talking about. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you would try to hide and appear small or how you would often grip your knife if something remotely threatening appears.” He said, doubtless knowing he’d touched a nerve. Alessio’s chest tightened like fist was twisting his insides around. “These aren’t habits a normal person has. You learned these habits to survive.”

Alessio’s jaw clenched as he glanced at a corner of the floor, biting any reaction he’d make. Just ignore it, he just wants to get a reaction. The more he forced himself to numb out the more nauseous he was.

“So, who was it that did it?”  He mocked “An abusive family member? A teacher? Or people in general?”

He tensed just the barest at each of his suggestions. By then he’d already lost a lot of sensation – or not sensation as much as connection to the present moment. He knew he was starting to dissociate. He wrapped his arm around himself, digging his nails into his arm as if that would force him to ground himself again.

“S#HerL&ock! Yo<U’v>e $<aid> <enough>!”

Alessio ducked back a step as Sir Scary’s power activated, shivering involuntarily.

“Do you think you are the only person whose had your life ruined by society? I was in a war. I learned long ago that all people contained evil in some degree. But what matters isn’t whether or not people are good or evil. What matters is do they try to be good people.”

He couldn’t really *hear* the words – he knew what he was saying but it was like listening to a conversation in a dream he really wasn’t connected to this at all. He still glanced up at the man’s words.

He wasn’t saying that…He was hired to kill Alessio, he wasn’t going to actually protect him. But he wasn’t lying…

“But so far, I’ve never seen you do so much as one good deed.” He continued, his voice growling with the effort not to snap. “And if you harm any of the people in our company ever again, I will not hesitate to hospitalize you.”

This was stupid, he could not let down his guard over the slightest reassurance from the man who was literally hired to kill him.

There was clapping from some corner of the room, and Alessio didn’t even have to look to know it was Saga – who else would even?

“Excellent. Wonderful deal. Now, if you homicidal maniacs are done, who’s hungry?” Actually, Alessio was starving.

“Please go downstairs to the dining room, while I explain to Mrs. Leana and Lady Crorie what will be happening. Oh, and I should also find that man from before and alert him on what’s going on.” Wait, he’s not leaving me with these two again!? “Also, if there is so much as a chipped piece of glass when I get there, I’m putting a bounty on your head. And I am not talking about Alessio.”

With a smirk, Saga swung open the door and left with a sarcastic sort of  “Good day.” to his brother.

Alessio stood stiffly still, trying not to do or say anything that could possibly draw attention. But he stared intently at Sir Scary like the harder he stared the more answers he would get and the more pieces would click in his head but he still couldn’t decide…