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Keepa strolled slowly behind the other two, the click of their boots accenting the silence of the death which gave the air a sour stink. He'd never killed a human, himself, but had a hand in traps and was not new to their death; his pistol clean and almost new and a sword crafted from bone with a hunk of rebar shown into the blade, sharpened into a vicious serrated edge which, in itself, was still razor sharp.
He wore a look of disappointment as he watched Ashiek slit the unconscious man's throat; wavering at the eyebrows with a mix of interest and actual disappointment. Curiosity won out through the attempt to hide his expression, and that's what could make one consider Keepa dangerous. He would never say it, but he was curious what it was like to kill a human. The accompanying sigh hinted to a sense of relief; maybe it wasn't much different, being half animal himself, but having to kill rats and eat vermin to survive for as long as he had, he wasn't to sure if he was ready for the weight of the dead's soul on his shoulders...especially if he hadn't earned it.

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I tapped the back of the curved bone sword to the back of my arm a few times as I watched Ashiek slink off, pulling out one of my earplugs. Feeling for the pack of cigarettes in my arm pocket, I sighed into the filter of my mask and counted the seconds; the hushed whispers in the distance and shifting rocks of Ashiek's steps as a encroached like a silent storm upon the unprepared. The ears weren't for show, he was quiet and if I hadn't saw him leave, I wouldn't have known what to listen for...except for the two-second skirmish of men dying although, to my surprise, one was alive before Ashiek finished him. I looked away and swallowed my feelings in a display which may have looked like squeamishness though, how I offered to help the hybrid with a "I can say. I can help- you cannot? Can?" uncaring about my English.

Foolishness.
Paranoia?
There weren't many hybrids that I had the luxury to know in the tribe since the occurrence was usually due to barbarisms in one way or the other; bad ideas in the spur of the moment leading to rejected outcasts who mostly had to fend for themselves if one of the parent's wouldn't keep them. Eyeing up his wound as I drew close, I pulled out my 'advanced' medkit with the intention of performing excision on the bullet likely still lodged in his shoulder. I wanted to hear his story and trust was key. I had been selfish with the word, but seeing his condition after being saved, it was my move to make.
"In no time~" I chirp with a smile from behind the mask, my tone laced with a hope of reassurance. My eyes felt warm as I saw the reflection of their light in the visor. I needed to work on calming myself since the bioluminescence had been known to put people off...and I suddenly found myself caring about what people thought of me.
I wanted him to let me.

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