( Daniel is the sort of liar that scares people, the one that has been lying so long and so often that you hardly notice the difference between that and the truth. that said, what would be the point in lying about what a terrible person he was? especially with such strange specifics, self hatred mixed with satanism and sacrificial lambs that were definitely human. he might regret exactly how fast and loose he'd been with his nefarious past come morning (mid afternoon might be more accurate), though as it stands now it's a little easier to breathe around someone that knows the worst and is making the objectively bad decision to be around him anyway.
he grimaces slightly at throat wound mention, feeling the lack of a drink in his hand and staring at hers quint distinctly as he drums impatient fingers on the bar for lack of something to fill them with. )
So not for lack of trying. ( he wonders what she got up to, in a life that wasn't here, that involved gunfire. it explains why she doesn't like guns, if they've been pointed in her direction. Daniel considers asking but isn't sure he has the mental bandwidth to really know right now, so he doesn't. ) I don't think great aim was involved in mine, either, or maybe that's just wishful thinking.
( Charity had looked surprised, in that split second he can remember seeing her face before everything gets hazy and blood-tinged. it makes it slightly less depressing to imagine his wife shot him on accident. )
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he grimaces slightly at throat wound mention, feeling the lack of a drink in his hand and staring at hers quint distinctly as he drums impatient fingers on the bar for lack of something to fill them with. )
So not for lack of trying. ( he wonders what she got up to, in a life that wasn't here, that involved gunfire. it explains why she doesn't like guns, if they've been pointed in her direction. Daniel considers asking but isn't sure he has the mental bandwidth to really know right now, so he doesn't. ) I don't think great aim was involved in mine, either, or maybe that's just wishful thinking.
( Charity had looked surprised, in that split second he can remember seeing her face before everything gets hazy and blood-tinged. it makes it slightly less depressing to imagine his wife shot him on accident. )