[Although he doesn't think so-- it seems to be a slow burning thing, creeping up on those caught by the infection slowly, corroding their sense of self over time. Not something he likes to think about, all things considered. And as such its in him still-- the desire to simply put them down, quick shots to the head and it'd all be over, bang-bang. Lights out.
His tone, it borders on disinterested, and his eyes behind the orange lenses are focused on the milling infected rather than the man making the suggestion. Slowly, he raises both pistols. Takes aim.]
It'd be simpler, more elegant, to kill them. Who'd need distractions then? Hahah.
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[Although he doesn't think so-- it seems to be a slow burning thing, creeping up on those caught by the infection slowly, corroding their sense of self over time. Not something he likes to think about, all things considered. And as such its in him still-- the desire to simply put them down, quick shots to the head and it'd all be over, bang-bang. Lights out.
His tone, it borders on disinterested, and his eyes behind the orange lenses are focused on the milling infected rather than the man making the suggestion. Slowly, he raises both pistols. Takes aim.]
It'd be simpler, more elegant, to kill them. Who'd need distractions then? Hahah.