[ six finds himself at a loss for words. it's not as though he doesn't understand the point legosi is trying to get at here, but he wishes it was really that simple. there are monsters who do fight with reason, and that's why they're monsters to begin with— perhaps much worse than the ones who don't.

(he knows he is one of them. there's no denying that certain fact.)

he's suprised to find his fists curled so tightly until he has to unfold them. both of his ears droop slightly for a split-second before they're pin-straight, alert and aware. ]

I've killed before. I've killed plenty.

[ when he looks up from the floor, he's staring right at legosi. if he had been unmasked, the wolf would probably see the hardened look in his eyes— his tone betrays it, regardless. ]

You should not compare yourself to someone like me. You are far better than what I am.

[ he takes a deep breath. his eyes are lowered down to focus on the floor again, and he can feel his hands clenching into fists once more. ]

... I have overstayed my welcome. Thank you for your hospitality.