[So the guy's friend got killed by Freelancers, the people he killed.
Klaus rubs absently at his left shoulder, trying not to think about Dave and absolutely not succeeding. He frowns, biting the corner of his lip.]
Well, shit. Hope you got to fuck up the guy who did that with your own two hands, in that case.
[He doesn't have that fierce protection for many people, but Dave (and friends, if he had them) -- that would be something he'd do, for him. He'd done, maybe.]
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Klaus rubs absently at his left shoulder, trying not to think about Dave and absolutely not succeeding. He frowns, biting the corner of his lip.]
Well, shit. Hope you got to fuck up the guy who did that with your own two hands, in that case.
[He doesn't have that fierce protection for many people, but Dave (and friends, if he had them) -- that would be something he'd do, for him. He'd done, maybe.]