“Yes, my hound, Nike, does listen to me at times, but not of she’s hungry. Then, she does as she wishes. And I’m a Reaper, I kill the person who’s name appears on a small slip of paper. I am not allowed to cause harm to others,” Thatcher explained.
"That's cool, all I do is swim in the ocean so I don't die, and you can know everything about a person by touching them." Leon added as he kept glancing at his clock.
“I’m sure there is something else that is vauable about your species. Hunters wouldn’t be slaughtering your kind if there wasn’t something they would get out of it in return,” Thatcher said, sitting up straight again and looking down at Leon.
"I don't know, I've been looking around to find out why they're killing sirens but I found nothing," Leon replied, leaning his back against the wall and smiling at Thatcher. He started blushing slightly when he realized how they were sitting and looked away to hide his face.
“Maybe I can get something out of them,” Thatcher hummed, running a hand through his white hair. He looked at Leon, and noticed the smallest bit of red on his face. Why was he doing something like that? He was pretty sure that meant attraction. Was Leon attracted to him?
"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Leon asked, taking his laptop and resting it on his lap again as he started to look around for the reason there was a major growth in siren hunters.
“I meant torture, wasn’t that obvious?” Thatcher asked, arching a brow in question as he looked over at the laptop screen once again. If he could control Nike enough, torture could be possible.
"Why would you torture them?" Leon asked in surprise, he found one specific website where it had a lot of information about siren hunters. "Jackpot." he muttered, and looked through the website.
“To get information. They won’t just happily tell me what I want to know,” Thatcher answered with a frown. “What, did you find something?” He asked a moment later after Leon spoke, leaning in closer to squint at the screen.
"You don't need to torture them for information, I just found a website which has everything you can know about siren hunters." Leon answered and moved the laptop closer to Thatcher so he wouldn't have to squint at the screen. He kept looking around for the specific stuff he needed while biting his lip.
Thatcher gave a skeptical hum as looked at the laptop screen. “I wouldn’t trust the internet that much. Technology is wrong sometimes,” he pointed out.
"I know that and this is not a fake site," Leon glanced at the URL of the site. "It's made my the government apparently." He kept looking around the site. "Finally!" He yelled, squinting at the screen while reading the stuff.
Thatcher’s lips pursed as he looked at the screen. “You found what you were looking for?” He asked, a brow arched in question.
Leon nodded. "Yep, it says there's been a major growth in siren hunters because they think there's too many sirens and they think that the sirens are going to attack the humans or something." He said, reading the rest while nervously biting his lip.
“Don’t sirens lure people into the water and drown them?” Thatcher asked, now seeming confused. That’s what he thought sirens were well known for.
"We used to," Leon corrected. "But some sirens still do that for some reason," He added as he kept reading the article.
“Do you do that?” Thatcher asked in a level tone. If Leon did do that, maybe that’s what he was trying to do when he was on the boat a night or two ago.
"What? No! I don't kill people for no reason and my singing isn't even that good enough to lure people in," Leon answered. If anything he usually tries to save people instead of killing them.
“Mm, it was good enough to distract me from my work,” Thatcher pointed out, remembering when he had stopped searching for the man to lean over the side of the boat and search for the voices source. He leaned back slightly and against his elbows now, legs stretched out.
"Yea, I remember that," Leon said with a slight laugh, remembering when he distracted Thatcher to ask him why he killed the man. He kept reading the article while biting his lip, something he does when he's trying to focus.
Thatcher hummed in response, his gaze going to Leon’s lips. He looked away, digging a slip of paper out of pocket. “If you will be so kind as to write one of the names of the people on this paper, I may be able to do something,” he said before adding. “A person can.. bind a reaper to themselves. That means that I would have to kill anyone of your liking- sort of like an attack doh or something. Don’t do anything too stupid, though, because I would find a way to break that binding. I have before.” He remembered a couple hundred years ago, when a human man tricked him into being blinded to him. The man used him constantly, forcing him to go after so many innocents without any time to rest and gain his strength. So, he had convinced a woman to kill the man, thus breaking the binding.
"But….I don't want you to kill them," Leon said, glancing at the small piece of paper. The idea of killing people has always made him uncomfortable since his parents were murdered for a selfish reason.
Thatcher frowned heavily with confusion. “And why not? They are killing your kind, your friends. They deserve death for their crimes- a life for a life,” he mused.
"Just killing people makes me uncomfortable but then they're killing people for no reason," Leon said, and sighed when he finished reading the article. "What if we do something instead of killing them?" He suggested.
“What other solution is there?” Thatcher asked, seeming genuinely confused. Killing was always a solution to him, and it was his way of life. He didn’t know anything different.