[He lowered the book, the dark expression on his face softening. He's seen death before; as someone who's dealt with the worst of humanity from time to time, he knows just how these things can play out. But still... doesn't make things like this any easier to digest.
He breathes out his nose, quiet for a minute. And then he closes the journal. Sometimes it really would have been easier if he was the sort to let things jade him. As it was though... he didn't have it in him. Never did. It felt like a betrayal to the people he would have jaded himself against.
Real people, who suffer.
It was part of his job, to sympathize, and like Law, at the very least pity.]
You don't have to tell me twice.
Anything else about the two groups I should keep in mind?
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He breathes out his nose, quiet for a minute. And then he closes the journal. Sometimes it really would have been easier if he was the sort to let things jade him. As it was though... he didn't have it in him. Never did. It felt like a betrayal to the people he would have jaded himself against.
Real people, who suffer.
It was part of his job, to sympathize, and like Law, at the very least pity.]
You don't have to tell me twice.
Anything else about the two groups I should keep in mind?