[And the assessment isn't wrong-- the way the day had begun for him isn't exactly anything new, not entirely unexpected, but he remains unsettled all the same. The sudden upheaval, the new Handler, the way she'd chosen to demonstrate her power over him. The uncertainty over how things would progress from here on out. In violence, at least, that certainty can be restored, the only real stability he's ever known.
And so when the order comes Giovanni moves to act without hesitation, releasing the flailing broken arms as his hands - smooth and swift - move to grasp the sick man's head instead. The brief pressure of his palms, a quick twist that looks effortless, and again there's the sick crack of bone as he snaps the man's neck.
As promised, it's over before the patient really has the chance to register what's happening. assuming he'd been capable of registering much at all. He leans down then, satisfying the need to know that the man had died instantly, feels the stillness of the body and the lack of breath. Dead, for sure.
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And so when the order comes Giovanni moves to act without hesitation, releasing the flailing broken arms as his hands - smooth and swift - move to grasp the sick man's head instead. The brief pressure of his palms, a quick twist that looks effortless, and again there's the sick crack of bone as he snaps the man's neck.
As promised, it's over before the patient really has the chance to register what's happening. assuming he'd been capable of registering much at all. He leans down then, satisfying the need to know that the man had died instantly, feels the stillness of the body and the lack of breath. Dead, for sure.
Slowly, Giovanni rises to his feet. Smiles.]