[After one thousand years with another person you know the cadence of their voice better than your own. The answering Italian isn't what he's expecting but the sword fits, and that's the only thing.
Joe, on instinct, raises his arm for the scimitar at his side. Until he sees that it's a child, and his eyes narrow brows creased firmly into the bridge of his nose.]
You're not who I'm looking for.
[Maybe a little harsh, but after everything - the testing table and being stabbed multiple times by Merrick he's not as congenial as he might have been otherwise.]
no subject
Joe, on instinct, raises his arm for the scimitar at his side. Until he sees that it's a child, and his eyes narrow brows creased firmly into the bridge of his nose.]
You're not who I'm looking for.
[Maybe a little harsh, but after everything - the testing table and being stabbed multiple times by Merrick he's not as congenial as he might have been otherwise.]