Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5543592-20151028214335

"I guess." He said with a shrug. He never wouldn've laughed at that. There were men on the streets who got enjoyment from  people's deaths and pain. Pierre had watched a few of them 'work' and decided that he was disgusted. Not by the gore or the death, but by the look in the men's eyes when they had inflicted it.

No... he knew Blue was trying to cheer him up, but he could never smile at killing some poor woman's idiot husband.

He did smile, however, at another memory, one of his own misfortune.

He held up his left hand, which was whole and unblemished except for a warrior's callouses.

"I lost half of my hand, once." He told her.