We were born sick

The boy turned to look at him, fixing the young Imperialis with a predatory gaze. Unfazed, Angelus stared back. He asked a question and then answered it himself, clearly trying to pick at him. Thankfully, Angel had siblings who routinely tried to one up him with taunts, so the stranger's attempt at needling didn't earn a negative response. Instead he snorted and puffed out his chest. "Hah! I'm patrolling. You do that on the inside so you can attack trespassers." Duh. If you did it on the outside then it would stand to reason that anyone you met would be on the outside too, and if they were on the outside, you couldn't attack them for trespassing, now could you?



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