[ his glance drifts over gerard's skull, then drift down his body, but.. he doesn't really seem to be looking at him. just.. looking, maybe. finally, they fix on one of the painted eyes, then rise again, meeting the other man's. ]
I know that it's the most precious commodity in the world. [ the ability to die, to end pain and suffering, to go into oblivion.
of course, it's a thing to be feared, as well.
his glance drops away, a shadow of anxiety in the small curve of his mouth. after a moment, he gently presses the porcelain fingers his are still curled around. ] My name is Oliver Banks. I belong to the End.
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I know that it's the most precious commodity in the world. [ the ability to die, to end pain and suffering, to go into oblivion.
of course, it's a thing to be feared, as well.
his glance drops away, a shadow of anxiety in the small curve of his mouth. after a moment, he gently presses the porcelain fingers his are still curled around. ] My name is Oliver Banks. I belong to the End.