No, [ Riz says with a quickness and frankness that borders on impolite considering the context of their conversation. ] But neither am I.
[ Despite the gun and sword swinging at his hip, Riz still manages not to look like someone who's seen a lot of danger. He's earnest, young, the only scars being the ones on his hands that had never healed right after what had happened in the arcade - his separation from Kristen being processed through the jail cell had proved highly inconvenient - and the crisp suit doesn't exactly scream street smarts. But he doesn't sound like he's bullshitting either. ]
A lot of people consider my life to be unusually violent, but that'd still be significant to me, is all I'm saying. [ He is examining Silco's face, though, now that he's been invited to. Where he was previously too polite to openly gawk, now he feels allowed to take a proper look at him. The twisted skin, the bared eye, the pattern of the scars... ] That one looks like an old scar. Was it an acid attack?
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[ Despite the gun and sword swinging at his hip, Riz still manages not to look like someone who's seen a lot of danger. He's earnest, young, the only scars being the ones on his hands that had never healed right after what had happened in the arcade - his separation from Kristen being processed through the jail cell had proved highly inconvenient - and the crisp suit doesn't exactly scream street smarts. But he doesn't sound like he's bullshitting either. ]
A lot of people consider my life to be unusually violent, but that'd still be significant to me, is all I'm saying. [ He is examining Silco's face, though, now that he's been invited to. Where he was previously too polite to openly gawk, now he feels allowed to take a proper look at him. The twisted skin, the bared eye, the pattern of the scars... ] That one looks like an old scar. Was it an acid attack?
[ Honestly? Riz would prefer being shot. ]