[He'd already made it abundantly clear that he couldn't always follow a path of nonlethality. That he wasn't as kind as Vash, or as stubborn about his reluctance to kill. Waver envied that, honestly; there was strength in being able to live in a treacherous world without leaving a trail of bodies in one's wake.]
...Did I ever tell you what happened to Kayneth? [He looked back to the keys rather than at Vash, hands laid carefully on them without yet striking a note. The threefold mark on his right hand had changed in part--one segment faded to a scar next to the bright scarlet of the other two.]
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[He'd already made it abundantly clear that he couldn't always follow a path of nonlethality. That he wasn't as kind as Vash, or as stubborn about his reluctance to kill. Waver envied that, honestly; there was strength in being able to live in a treacherous world without leaving a trail of bodies in one's wake.]
...Did I ever tell you what happened to Kayneth? [He looked back to the keys rather than at Vash, hands laid carefully on them without yet striking a note. The threefold mark on his right hand had changed in part--one segment faded to a scar next to the bright scarlet of the other two.]