Unfortunately for Sol, Legault has a lot to say. None of it is important.
"I can't, no."
He rubs his chin. He's in the middle of robbing a safe, and even now he doesn't see fit to confess to it. For starters, it's not why an angel would ever appear to anyone, he thinks. And he also just doesn't want to. After a moment, realization seems to dawn on his face.
"You haven't been watching me, have you? I'm flattered. You're almost my type, too."
He relaxes his tense stance and stands from where he'd been crouching. He places his hand on his hips, his smile still sleazy and indecipherable as he continues.
"At least I get to die next at the hands of someone handsome, right? You don't have to keep me waiting."
He's killed so many people. He killed in the name of helping the poor, he killed deserters from his group, and when there was no one left standing he turned to thievery. He stands, smile fading, ready to take this seriously.
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"I can't, no."
He rubs his chin. He's in the middle of robbing a safe, and even now he doesn't see fit to confess to it. For starters, it's not why an angel would ever appear to anyone, he thinks. And he also just doesn't want to. After a moment, realization seems to dawn on his face.
"You haven't been watching me, have you? I'm flattered. You're almost my type, too."
He relaxes his tense stance and stands from where he'd been crouching. He places his hand on his hips, his smile still sleazy and indecipherable as he continues.
"At least I get to die next at the hands of someone handsome, right? You don't have to keep me waiting."
He's killed so many people. He killed in the name of helping the poor, he killed deserters from his group, and when there was no one left standing he turned to thievery. He stands, smile fading, ready to take this seriously.