What doesn't kill you

*Basileus* · 01-24-2016, 05:32 PM

Basileus found himself nodding in response to his friend's words. He knew what it was like to be changed by something, although the strength he'd found had been found in his cosca. They were a brotherhood, a family of sorts, and they shared much. On their own each man of honor was strong and sure. But together? Together their camaraderie made them all that much more powerful. None could stand before them. The Fratelli Rossi had long ago cowed their rivals into submission.

"More confused, amico mio?" Out of habitual need his gaze briefly left Bacchus to rove across their surroundings. He was ever fearful that an opportunity would be missed, that his man would, if unknowingly cornered, seize the opportunity to flee right out from under his nose. That fear combined with a life-preserving need to be aware of his surroundings tore his gaze away from whatever he was focused on more often than he realized.

In an instant his gaze once again rested on Bacchus. He had been given too little information to guess at what plagued the man and truthfully, he was aware that it wasn't any of his business. With his fellows there was an emotional line that wasn't to be crossed. There were simply things that men did not talk about or press after. Bacchus wasn't quite the same as his comrades, but he was sure he would recognize when he hit that line. "Explain this to me. How can you be better and worse at once?"

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