My friend, do not forget I met your childhood self. You have a fierceness in your blood. You are a fighter - not the product of a happy life, no? If you were purchased by the Crows as I was, I have no doubt you would have learned as well as I did to harden your heart to the kill. Judging by your strength and skill then, you would have easily surpassed me! [He is smiling, almost teasing one moment, and then his expression suddenly goes quite dark.] Do not mistake my meaning if I seem resolute about what I am. It was never a matter of what I wanted. Such things rarely are. Killing is not necessarily always what I want to do, but it is what I do.
The life I had before the Crows purchased me - you saw what I was. [Witless, he thinks, and desperate. And filthy.] One thing I cannot fault the Crows for is recognizing and utilizing my potential. Otherwise, I would reside in a brothel still, provided the boredom and humiliation of it didn't drive me to throw myself in the canal long ago.
I am, at present, uniquely posed to thank them for making me the murderer I am today, and offer a bit of constructive criticism on their training methods. [Zevran is smiling again, grimly. But there's a fidget he can't get out, and out of habit he pulls out one of the knives in his sleeve, not to threaten with but to idly pick at his nails.]
It seems a waste to give up killing and live a life in hiding, always in fear that some Crow might discover me. While stealth is always an admirable trait, sometimes a more direct approach is appropriate.
no subject
The life I had before the Crows purchased me - you saw what I was. [Witless, he thinks, and desperate. And filthy.] One thing I cannot fault the Crows for is recognizing and utilizing my potential. Otherwise, I would reside in a brothel still, provided the boredom and humiliation of it didn't drive me to throw myself in the canal long ago.
I am, at present, uniquely posed to thank them for making me the murderer I am today, and offer a bit of constructive criticism on their training methods. [Zevran is smiling again, grimly. But there's a fidget he can't get out, and out of habit he pulls out one of the knives in his sleeve, not to threaten with but to idly pick at his nails.]
It seems a waste to give up killing and live a life in hiding, always in fear that some Crow might discover me. While stealth is always an admirable trait, sometimes a more direct approach is appropriate.