[Felix stared at the teen impassively but the judgement was there deep within the eyes. Isaac couldn't remember the last--the first and only--time he had failed to make a kill. Rather, he refused to remember it because it was dumb and it had almost cost him his life and he had vowed never, ever to let it happen again. To hesitate was the most sure-fire way to wind up dead. And Felix was a survivor. He did the killing so no one could kill him.
That's the way it had always been. That's the way it would always be.
The idea of this boy in front of him practically pleading with Felix to understand his plight was laughable. He didn't get the childish notion of worrying about morality, and he certainly didn't care about this dumb brat. It was either kill or be killed, there wasn't any room for worrying about whether it was the 'right' thing to do or not. There was no right or wrong in a war. It was all anyone could do just to survive. That was all that mattered.
And anyone that was too stupid to get that, too ignorant to understand the law of the jungle, too trusting to see the truth right in front of them, too honorable to make it to the finish line--well, that was their problem, not his. He wouldn't be left dead in a ditch somewhere. He'd be the one walking away with the riches in his pocket and the smoking gun in his hand.
His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the teen. He opened his mouth to talk, then snapped it shut and turned away to kneel in front of the dead monster again. Except he stopped mid-way through the movement and suddenly whirled back on Finn, his knife once again pointing at the kid harshly.]
No. No! That's the dumbest shit I've heard. You've either got the skill or you don't, and if you don't you're useless. The only thing that happens to people that choke is they die.
[He cut the air in between them with a horizontal slice of his knife.]
You're going to get yourself killed and no one is going to be there to pick up the body, no one is going to be there to mourn, because guess what kid. You're not at home where someone has time to notice you're gone and give a shit about it. You're out in the middle of nowhere with no reinforcement, no skill of your own, and no back-up plan when your precious conscience gets in the way of your own survival!
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That's the way it had always been. That's the way it would always be.
The idea of this boy in front of him practically pleading with Felix to understand his plight was laughable. He didn't get the childish notion of worrying about morality, and he certainly didn't care about this dumb brat. It was either kill or be killed, there wasn't any room for worrying about whether it was the 'right' thing to do or not. There was no right or wrong in a war. It was all anyone could do just to survive. That was all that mattered.
And anyone that was too stupid to get that, too ignorant to understand the law of the jungle, too trusting to see the truth right in front of them, too honorable to make it to the finish line--well, that was their problem, not his. He wouldn't be left dead in a ditch somewhere. He'd be the one walking away with the riches in his pocket and the smoking gun in his hand.
His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the teen. He opened his mouth to talk, then snapped it shut and turned away to kneel in front of the dead monster again. Except he stopped mid-way through the movement and suddenly whirled back on Finn, his knife once again pointing at the kid harshly.]
No. No! That's the dumbest shit I've heard. You've either got the skill or you don't, and if you don't you're useless. The only thing that happens to people that choke is they die.
[He cut the air in between them with a horizontal slice of his knife.]
You're going to get yourself killed and no one is going to be there to pick up the body, no one is going to be there to mourn, because guess what kid. You're not at home where someone has time to notice you're gone and give a shit about it. You're out in the middle of nowhere with no reinforcement, no skill of your own, and no back-up plan when your precious conscience gets in the way of your own survival!