[He was sympathetic to Arietta's reasons. He really was, more than he thought he would. Honestly, he should be mad, but he's not. At the moment, he's calm like nothing really happened. Then again, aside from the trial, murders are just an everyday part of his life.
People who's lives he investigates without ever getting to know them. Solving crimes, not really getting attached to anything or anyone.]
Somehow, some way, we'll get home.
[His voice is soft, but there's still that subtle low growl. Like he might be determined now.]
I can't die here.
[For someone so affixed with crime and murder-- he has the same obsession with not dying while thrusting himself into danger.]
no subject
People who's lives he investigates without ever getting to know them. Solving crimes, not really getting attached to anything or anyone.]
Somehow, some way, we'll get home.
[His voice is soft, but there's still that subtle low growl. Like he might be determined now.]
I can't die here.
[For someone so affixed with crime and murder-- he has the same obsession with not dying while thrusting himself into danger.]