[ They both have their fates written into their very blood. It seems a thing impossible to change. Giovanni, to be a loyal murderous hound. Julius, to be simply murderous, an instinct suppressed by both his willpower and the sedative poured into his veins.
And yet... ]
Something of this scale is never natural.
[ People will die. It's a fact reflected in his silver-grey eyes as he casts his gaze towards the horizon, a slight narrowing of his brows perhaps in displeasure, but then it's gone again. ]
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And yet... ]
Something of this scale is never natural.
[ People will die. It's a fact reflected in his silver-grey eyes as he casts his gaze towards the horizon, a slight narrowing of his brows perhaps in displeasure, but then it's gone again. ]