[@azoicsiren][@Double Capybara][@AwesomeZero5]

"Wolves and lions lack conscience and awareness,"  Enzo replied to Deborah with a huff.  "While they are merely acting on instinct, demons fully know that, when bisected, neither human halves grow back.  They know that they are killing us, and unless you deliberately threaten a wolf, you won't really be mauled.  Demons on the other hand..."  Her naivety really irked Enzo, and if she was comparing wolves to demons, then, it was hard for him to take her seriously.

With Rei, however, he felt a cold pang to throb his heart.

"I don't take pride or pleasure in ending the life of another,"  Enzo replied, taking a few steps towards Rei.  "When I kill demons, I don't think of how glorious the fight was or how awesome I performed.  I don't fight for glory or to prove,"  He shot a glare at the unfriendly, silver stallion.  "That I'm better than others."  Enzo grimaced before finally standing in front of Rei, onyx eyes scrutinizing her.  "None of those interest me.  I fight for those who cannot, for those who are not as fortunate as us, and for those who are threatened to be swallowed by the things darker than them."

While he never really knew how skilled Rei was, as a fellow legacy, he had an inkling of just how proficient she might be at the art of reaping.  Aside from her peak health, she also possessed the capacity to kill without hesitation.  Her eyes were like daggers, and Enzo knew that while they were both legacies, she could easily defeat him without even trying.  She had the skill to back up her confidence and she did not hesitate to stain her hands.

However, she lacked empathy and kindness.  Something that reapers needed but aren't taught.

"I fight for a peaceful future.  One where children can live and play without fear of being torn apart."  He mumbled before he backed off with a few steps.  "I don't think I'll live longer, but you guys will.  You might fall in love or pop out some kids, and I want to devote my efforts into creating that world for your future families.  I won't have my own, but I'll damn make sure you guys can."  He shook his head, resigning to the fact that these people will never understand where he's coming from.  Always at the cusp of the death with every decision being a vital crucible between ruination and redemption-- he never really expected any of them to know the value and weight of life.  They were all of the same age, but his years were numbered.  He was forced to grow up earlier, to leave a legacy of putting others first until his beaten body could stand no longer.  "That's why I don't enjoy 'my carnage of slaughtered demons'.  It reminds me that peace is still so far away."

Still, he had to lighten up and shove away the melancholy when one of the newer arrivals greeted them in the kitchen.  He could almost swear the guy looked like a lanky dog with its bangs too long for its face.  He barely could make out the guy's eyes, and even with that, the boy's weird speaking patterns unnerved Enzo to some extent.

Strangely enough, he could feel some sort of connection with the newcomer.  Whether it was because they both looked like literally one cough away from tumbling into their respective graves, Enzo could see himself in the kid.  Skinny and with a posture that screamed 'put me out of my misery', the only thing they differed in was the guy's lack of an unhealthy pallor.


"Hey, there,"  Enzo coughed before smiling at him.  "Nice to see you up.  There are pancakes and eggs if you're hungry."  He approached the lad before extending his hand in greeting.  "Name's Enzo.  I don't think I've met you before?  I didn't see you during the introductions."