(To Dirk's credit, he doesn't flinch away or move. He stares back at Savage, through his dark lenses, paying close attention to his words. He doesn't deny them. It was easy to write Dirk off as emotionless, but Savage was closer to the heart of him.
Savage was right. It was Dirk's coldness that has made him so lethal in the past. His ability to snuff out any warmth in a moment had proven time and time again to be worse than his blade. Dirk falls completely silent, not responding to the statement, not responding to anything else, either lost in thought or reverting to the default of ominous quiet.
He stares over towards the ocean, watching the far-off waves sliding against ice. He did not seek happiness nor did he expect it.)
I would not ask that of you or anyone else. (He was cruel, but he liked to think he wasn't that cruel. He looks away from the ocean and back to Savage. Then that's it. No more talk.
Dirk doesn't hesitate. He's gone in the blink of an eye and grabbing Savage just as quickly. There was no exaggeration of his strength. He's more than capable of whipping Savage clean across the beach. And if Savage doesn't somehow manage to avoid his grab, that's exactly what he does, not so much as breaking a sweat or getting a hair out of order. Savage had said something about being thrown. Dirk figured it was as good of a place as any to start.)
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Savage was right. It was Dirk's coldness that has made him so lethal in the past. His ability to snuff out any warmth in a moment had proven time and time again to be worse than his blade. Dirk falls completely silent, not responding to the statement, not responding to anything else, either lost in thought or reverting to the default of ominous quiet.
He stares over towards the ocean, watching the far-off waves sliding against ice. He did not seek happiness nor did he expect it.)
I would not ask that of you or anyone else. (He was cruel, but he liked to think he wasn't that cruel. He looks away from the ocean and back to Savage. Then that's it. No more talk.
Dirk doesn't hesitate. He's gone in the blink of an eye and grabbing Savage just as quickly. There was no exaggeration of his strength. He's more than capable of whipping Savage clean across the beach. And if Savage doesn't somehow manage to avoid his grab, that's exactly what he does, not so much as breaking a sweat or getting a hair out of order. Savage had said something about being thrown. Dirk figured it was as good of a place as any to start.)