[To be fair, everything about this place is offputting to Kanda.
At that quirk of a brow and words that sound nice but feel like a taunt, Kanda's own scowl deepens slightly as he frowns and leans back from that smoke a little.]
The fuck would I know about honor.
[Because, for him, he's never really considered any of his acts as 'honorable'. To him, they'd be closer to 'surviving' and 'hates the leverage that favors provide over oneself', but not something so lofty as acts of honor.
What would a false human, a tool for wars, know of something so very human as that?
But then the drink shifts closer and his scowl sifts into the hint of a satisfied smirk before he takes another long sip of his own glass. An easy resolution, now, and he can forget this ghost from a past long dead and buried...]
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At that quirk of a brow and words that sound nice but feel like a taunt, Kanda's own scowl deepens slightly as he frowns and leans back from that smoke a little.]
The fuck would I know about honor.
[Because, for him, he's never really considered any of his acts as 'honorable'. To him, they'd be closer to 'surviving' and 'hates the leverage that favors provide over oneself', but not something so lofty as acts of honor.
What would a false human, a tool for wars, know of something so very human as that?
But then the drink shifts closer and his scowl sifts into the hint of a satisfied smirk before he takes another long sip of his own glass. An easy resolution, now, and he can forget this ghost from a past long dead and buried...]