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"Trauma. Blunt force or sharp objects?" Knight asks, confused.
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Derik grumbles, “That…and being abused all my life and-“ he stops mid sentence.
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Knight tilts his head, processing.
"Let me get this straight. You aren't a fighter. You haven't been in any wars. But you still have physical evidence of abuse? From the people who are supposed to protect you?" he asks to confirm.
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Derik nods. “My father gave me this scar on my face…while my mother held me down. I was 6.”
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Knight inhales, holds the breath then exhales. "Are they still alive?"
He didn't know why. But something about this just ticked him off. That counted as a war crime, didn't it? Unnesccesary punishment?
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Derik shrugs. “I think so…my father tried to kill me just last year…”
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Knight nods. "You're. . . Derik M'kark, right?"
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He nods. “Yup…” he chuckles softly.
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Knight taps his cheek. Rather, the barcode-like marking on his cheek.
In a couple seconds, he's encased in a suit of bulky, high grade military armor.
"Stay here. I'll be back in a bit." he commands.
He jumps straight up into the air, through one of the holes in the roof, and disappears.
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Derik sighs, turning onto his side. “Good luck with that…”
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Two-ish hours later, Knight returns, a bit of blood on his cheek when he removes his suit. Clearly not his.
"I'm back." he says.
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Derik looks at him tiredly. He narrows his eyes, “Who did you kill.” It was not a question either.
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"Nobody of great importance." Knight says dismissively, as though talking about the weather.
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Derik rolls his eyes. “Who was it. Who pissed you off?” He sounded like this was routine by now.
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Knight shrugs slightly, wiping his face off.
"I told you, nobody of great importance."
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Derik growls, “I asked who was it. Not their meaning to you- you know what forget it…” He grumbles, turning away. “Thank’s for shooting my leg off and then contradicting yourself by fixing it.”
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(……..is that an actual thank you-? This dude weird-)
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"It was to prove a point." Knight shrugs.
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Derik sighs, “Mhm…you didn’t though. You aimed for the head and missed entirely. I’d just say you have bad aim.”
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"I may have placed the gun to your head, but I moved it and shot your knee. No bad aim, just a choice." Knight blinks.
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Derik hums, “Oh really? I think you just slipped and are tryna make up an excuse. That wouldn’t fly in your line of work.”
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Knight blinks again.
"You were literally there. You saw me move the gun to your knee. I can even show you what the writer wrote."
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Derik rolls his eyes. “Bad. Aim.” he grumbles. “I think you’re faulty.”
Was this man really speaking this way to a being that could instantly kill him? Did Derik really have a death wish? Probably…but he sure wasn’t afraid of possible death. In fact…he welcomed it.
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Knight sighs and taps the barcode on his cheek. A screen folds out and faces Derik, showing a list of what might have been texts in white boxes, with strange names preceded by an @. A URL to a site called notebook.ai.
"Look." he says. "I'm telling you. I didn't miss where I was aiming."
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Derik grumbles, “You’re autistic coded or something…god damn…you got bad aim. Quit tryna say otherwise.”