[ It doesn't occur to him to hold that part back. The fact that he's a murderer isn't a secret; most people are, back home. It's the toll of survival, the necessity of walking on the road they're all obliged to tread. You fight or you die, and usually that means someone else has to fall. No one has the luxury of doubt on that count.
He breathes out slow, scanning their surroundings. Trying and failing to find something that'll get him out of the damn cage without playing the game. Fine. It wants details? ]
I killed some kid named Josephine, [ he states, cool and sharp. ] Bashed her head to the wall and snapped her neck. She had something we needed.
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He breathes out slow, scanning their surroundings. Trying and failing to find something that'll get him out of the damn cage without playing the game. Fine. It wants details? ]
I killed some kid named Josephine, [ he states, cool and sharp. ] Bashed her head to the wall and snapped her neck. She had something we needed.