[Oh, but he wouldn't steal anything from you, Law. You're not prey. And he's starting to respect you just a little. Does that freak you out?]
Indeed it is.
[One corner of his mouth snags higher than the other, giving him a brief, crooked appearance as he considers his own lessons as a young doctor. Ironic the blood on his hands that he can't stand is accidental.
But he does not--and cannot--accept death. Just ask the severed head of his half-brother being preserved in Kyoto.
He turns to face you again, polite disposition in full effect.]
[Action]
Indeed it is.
[One corner of his mouth snags higher than the other, giving him a brief, crooked appearance as he considers his own lessons as a young doctor. Ironic the blood on his hands that he can't stand is accidental.
But he does not--and cannot--accept death. Just ask the severed head of his half-brother being preserved in Kyoto.
He turns to face you again, polite disposition in full effect.]
Are there any more doctors in this rat maze?