He's quiet, the weight of his hubris and the post-adrenaline blues heavy on his soul. "Yeah, please do", he says, flipping the USB stick into Sand's hands. Evil is evil, lesser, greater, necessary, it makes no difference. Tonight they had killed, again.
He can't pry his eyes away from the gory remains that once upon a time were a living man, but no more. He'd picked the swiftest means, but with that came the unnecessary collateral cost in human life. Worse, unless that data was evidence of the contrary, he couldn't rule out that they had just murdered two innocents. Nobody is truly innocent. He thought, and those people made their choices, that's what war is, after all.
"Stupidity happened", was his blasé reply to the Moros', "let's clean this mess up, thank you".
He hated killing.
Inventory: lighter, cigarettes, magic tool (rosary), wedding band, Kevlar Vest (thin), brass knuckles.
Defense: 3
Armor: 4 (Shield + vest)/5(Ballistic)
Health: 8
WP: 4
Mana: 0/5
Speed: 10
Spell Tolerance (force shield 2e[pot2, cloaked], supernal vision[pot1, cloaked], Zeal[pot2]), Gain skill (Medicine) [pot 1]: 4/3
Spell Control: 4/5 Shield self, Vision, Zeal (1 use left), Shield on Sand (Forces 3, pot1), Gain Skill (Medicine)
Vulgars Casted: 2