The Death Bringer did not smile. His expression was one torn between attempting to keep the calm impassive look of the Lan Sect and confusion. Grief.
Not quiet hope.
He didn't interrupt as the bandit spoke, but neither did he lie back down. He merely watched the man approach, following him with wary, sharp eyes. Take your clothes off again didn't seem to outwardly phase him. After all, he'd been attempting to do far worse to his own body than merely render it naked. The flirtation seemed to go right over his head.
His attention was too focused elsewhere.
He didn't resist as his wrist was taken, watching with that sharp piercing gaze, his muscles quietly tensing as if readying for a fight. But then the man continued and the grief slipped back into his expression again.
His fingers curled into a fist, not returning the touch even as he watched the Wolf's lips touch metal.
"You aren't the Iron Wolf," he said finally, his voice far far deeper than the happy tones of his childhood. "... He killed you. You were dead. You--"
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Not quiet hope.
He didn't interrupt as the bandit spoke, but neither did he lie back down. He merely watched the man approach, following him with wary, sharp eyes. Take your clothes off again didn't seem to outwardly phase him. After all, he'd been attempting to do far worse to his own body than merely render it naked. The flirtation seemed to go right over his head.
His attention was too focused elsewhere.
He didn't resist as his wrist was taken, watching with that sharp piercing gaze, his muscles quietly tensing as if readying for a fight. But then the man continued and the grief slipped back into his expression again.
His fingers curled into a fist, not returning the touch even as he watched the Wolf's lips touch metal.
"You aren't the Iron Wolf," he said finally, his voice far far deeper than the happy tones of his childhood. "... He killed you. You were dead. You--"