Claws. Could she have been the one...? For a moment his gaze goes as cold as it was when he'd appeared to go for the elevator but it passes. He doesn't know for certain, but the cuts hadn't looked clean enough to have been made by actual blades. It was something thicker, more blunt, and this girl is too small to have physical power enough to gut a full grown adult.
At least, if she were human. He's not so sure on that last score.
"I don't." Albert shakes his head and glances around the corner of the wall where he'd taken refuge, watching the bloodbath unfold with a vague sadness more than any sort of surprise or fear. "This place is sick, but I don't mind dying if it means taking out whoever killed my friends. In fact, I intend to."
He looks back at the girl, wondering if what he's doing is right, if it wouldn't be kinder to take anyone else he meets - even her - out so they don't have to suffer at the hands of those who enjoy the killing, who would make it last. But he doesn't have it in him to kill a child, not after all the violence he's endured in his long life. "I just need a weapon."
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At least, if she were human. He's not so sure on that last score.
"I don't." Albert shakes his head and glances around the corner of the wall where he'd taken refuge, watching the bloodbath unfold with a vague sadness more than any sort of surprise or fear. "This place is sick, but I don't mind dying if it means taking out whoever killed my friends. In fact, I intend to."
He looks back at the girl, wondering if what he's doing is right, if it wouldn't be kinder to take anyone else he meets - even her - out so they don't have to suffer at the hands of those who enjoy the killing, who would make it last. But he doesn't have it in him to kill a child, not after all the violence he's endured in his long life. "I just need a weapon."