[Another glass shatters. Wolfwood could be beating up the furniture too, but the sound of splintering wood is a bit harder to talk over. He's panting a little now, too, even though he's not really exerting that much energy to do this.
He debates how to answer. He could be incredibly vague, or choose to not answer at all. And for a moment he does maintain his silence.
...
Another glass breaks.]
I'm an assassin. [Is what he chooses to finally say, standing up straight as the sledgehammer hangs at his side.] It sure as hell is not for any good cause.
[Which is...a lie, partially. He's not in the business of killing because he wants to be. It's because he has to be.]
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He debates how to answer. He could be incredibly vague, or choose to not answer at all. And for a moment he does maintain his silence.
...
Another glass breaks.]
I'm an assassin. [Is what he chooses to finally say, standing up straight as the sledgehammer hangs at his side.] It sure as hell is not for any good cause.
[Which is...a lie, partially. He's not in the business of killing because he wants to be. It's because he has to be.]