you just can't hide

Mercy had a point. Valentine nodded. "I think," he mused, "That's how I'd rather go." He'd rather his death be sudden than gradual. The idea of wasting away and being aware of what was in store for him was unappealing to say the least. Before he could say more on the matter, a child ran up and vomited something about honor and what have you, and in response Valentine tipped his chin up and laughed loudly, his amusement quite clear. It continued to amaze him just how little respect parents were instilling in their children. Didn't they know the world was dangerous and people had been killed for far less?

Mercy was quick to react, prowling over to the boy and parting with venomous words of her own. She looked back at him once, her expression suggesting she was looking for approval. Valentine dipped his head. If that's what she wanted to do, so be it. He wouldn't stop her. The boy needed a lesson in respect, perhaps even a permanent physical reminder of what careless words could do. Who better than his bulldog to dish out such a lesson?