Mikhainon sighed, exhausted for the most part, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, stroking her arm reassuringly. He'd taught himself to fake sympathy around hundreds of years ago, having learned that people were more receptive to suggestion from people they saw as trustworthy, but this time, he wasn't faking it. Not really. When did he learn to care so much about this girl?
He nodded, and offered a handkerchief from his breast pocket as she talked. A small smile crept on his face. "Of course. If there's anything I know how to do well, it's revenge."
Anger, cruelty, vengeance. Those were easier to him than any softer leaning human emotion. He was already exacting revenge these days, why not add a few more to his list? "Rest for now. When we come back, we'll make sure that person will pay."
He nodded, and offered a handkerchief from his breast pocket as she talked. A small smile crept on his face. "Of course. If there's anything I know how to do well, it's revenge."
Anger, cruelty, vengeance. Those were easier to him than any softer leaning human emotion. He was already exacting revenge these days, why not add a few more to his list? "Rest for now. When we come back, we'll make sure that person will pay."
