[A plume of smoke spills from Takasugi's mouth, pipe lit with a sigh of disdain. Peace is something Takasugi has never been interested in.
True peace is something he's never known.
Sovereigns' petty squabbles keeping a nation from stability, however, he's well familiar with. It's an advantage he's taken more than once to tear down those in his way.
He'll accept the drink with a nod and a lazily outstretched hand, fingers wrapping around the brim once the filled cup is offered.
But he doesn't raise it to his lips.] What an altruistic cause you've killed for. How many more of you do you think will die in back alleys until the world is a better place?
[The casualties of Cree's men - some by his hand - are of more concern. Those who die for a misplaced cause waste more than those who die as collateral.]
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True peace is something he's never known.
Sovereigns' petty squabbles keeping a nation from stability, however, he's well familiar with. It's an advantage he's taken more than once to tear down those in his way.
He'll accept the drink with a nod and a lazily outstretched hand, fingers wrapping around the brim once the filled cup is offered.
But he doesn't raise it to his lips.] What an altruistic cause you've killed for. How many more of you do you think will die in back alleys until the world is a better place?
[The casualties of Cree's men - some by his hand - are of more concern. Those who die for a misplaced cause waste more than those who die as collateral.]