Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5543592-20151105231157

His expression grew cold at that. "I'm not anyone's slave." He snapped. "Just..." He cursed, turning away. "Look, I'm not as smart you all, alright?  I don't think things through and shit.  It's easier if I just..." have people think things through for me.

Well, what was the point of being independent if you didn't think for yourself?

He opened his mouth to ask her what he should do, before he realised that probably went against the entire conversation. Instead, he snapped his jaw shut, and just nodded once.

He could make his own descisions. He make the best descisions on his own anybody had ever made! After all, he had a pretty good idea of what was wrong and right after a good number of years as an assassin or duelist or whatever the hell they were calling it these days. He'd become pretty good at judging. Sure he wasn't as intelligent or witty as some people, but experience and skill and innate cleverness made up for that, right?

Of course they did. Yeah, he'd figured this shit out on his own. They go check those witches out. If they were mean, he'd kill 'em. If they weren't, he let Cat do it.

He started stalking away, but paused.

"Thanks, Blue." He said, his rough demeanor returning, before he sauntered off.