Cosmo
Does Not Know Kung-fu
"Ah huh," Conner said not looking back at Eliza as he kept his eyes on his patient. He was sure all she did was hold it, not take some level of enjoyment in taunting the man before them with the knowledge that she had something he didn't and wanted. Or maybe she truly did just hold it, but he highly doubted it. Power made people act foolish and nothing gave someone more power then having something someone else wanted but couldn't get and with the cult's insane fascination with subs and doms... well, it didn't take a brain surgeon to connect the dots, but fixing their psyche wasn't his problem nor job.
"Good, soup will be useful for him and coffee good for me," Conner said as he rubbed his eyes with his left hand, the one that didn't have blood on it, as he felt the early hours getting to him. He didn't interrupt Gabriel as she unloaded, she had probably saved that up for some time and sometimes it was better to let people unload, although, the part about ordering to execute a random stranger because of a food shortage, because apparently going into town and getting temp jobs to last the winter was the more unthinkable option, rankled him. "Well, on the bright side," Conner said as he rose to his feet, "If you ever have to make that decision, to kill a stranger or feed us, at least you'll have one less mouth to feed because I'll be leaving if you do something like that." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a bluff, it was a statement of fact. He would not be party to her and her crazed wolf cult murdering some random person because they didn't like the fact he took their rabbit, regardless of how hungry they were. Doing the lesser evil for the 'greater good' bullshit was still bullshit and he would have no part in that.
"Hey, Sir Broods-a-lot, mind helping me c-" Conner started when his patient woke up and started to try, and failed, to crawl away, "Well, look who is awake."
Conner knelt back down and watched him try to struggle away, "You know, not here to kill you. Or eat you. Or maim you. Or skin you, although I'm sure you'd make a very fetching rug. Or even read to you bad sonnets that I am sure some angst filled Winslow pack member scribbled, which, I assure you, is a fate worse then death, but the way I see it, you got two choices," Conner said bringing up his pointer finger, "The first, is you let me help you. I fix up your hand, you get something to eat, you say thank you to the scary blond lady behind me and you go on your way, the second," Conner raised the mentioned finger, "You keep crawling and make it another forty yards before you pass back out and this time, you won't be waking up as your core temperature lowers, you go into hypothermia and your body systemically shuts down. Choice is yours."
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"Good, soup will be useful for him and coffee good for me," Conner said as he rubbed his eyes with his left hand, the one that didn't have blood on it, as he felt the early hours getting to him. He didn't interrupt Gabriel as she unloaded, she had probably saved that up for some time and sometimes it was better to let people unload, although, the part about ordering to execute a random stranger because of a food shortage, because apparently going into town and getting temp jobs to last the winter was the more unthinkable option, rankled him. "Well, on the bright side," Conner said as he rose to his feet, "If you ever have to make that decision, to kill a stranger or feed us, at least you'll have one less mouth to feed because I'll be leaving if you do something like that." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a bluff, it was a statement of fact. He would not be party to her and her crazed wolf cult murdering some random person because they didn't like the fact he took their rabbit, regardless of how hungry they were. Doing the lesser evil for the 'greater good' bullshit was still bullshit and he would have no part in that.
"Hey, Sir Broods-a-lot, mind helping me c-" Conner started when his patient woke up and started to try, and failed, to crawl away, "Well, look who is awake."
Conner knelt back down and watched him try to struggle away, "You know, not here to kill you. Or eat you. Or maim you. Or skin you, although I'm sure you'd make a very fetching rug. Or even read to you bad sonnets that I am sure some angst filled Winslow pack member scribbled, which, I assure you, is a fate worse then death, but the way I see it, you got two choices," Conner said bringing up his pointer finger, "The first, is you let me help you. I fix up your hand, you get something to eat, you say thank you to the scary blond lady behind me and you go on your way, the second," Conner raised the mentioned finger, "You keep crawling and make it another forty yards before you pass back out and this time, you won't be waking up as your core temperature lowers, you go into hypothermia and your body systemically shuts down. Choice is yours."
scorpiodragon ElectricDandellion Raider dog WolfOfProphecys