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And then Marcus was thrown for a loop by this boy now sitting in front of him. Roth goes straight for the jugular with the first thing he says, despite how calm the rest of the speech may be. He then proceeds to lay the realities down without hesitation, or even any real anger at his failures. Not loud anger, at least, not like Marcus. It was subdued. Didn't take a genius to see that whoever this guy was, he has his own burden of pain on his shoulders. Especially in losing a sister.
As much as Marcus wanted to be mad that he was still continuing, much as he might want to scorn this kid, he couldn't. His fists, which were previously balled up on the table, loosened a bit, but Marcus' gaze still burned.
"I don't have sob stories like a bunch of these guys. Nothing bad ever happened to me." he replies, looking down for the slightest of moments as he says so.
"I can't claim any motivation higher than yours. I'm no saint, myself, I kill these things because they try to hurt me and mine. That's all the reason I need to separate some monster's head from his shoulders. But let's be clear, I'm not afraid of them. They're the ones who should fear us, they should fear kids like me."
He scratches his chin and gives a slight reluctant growl. "And maybe you. Maybe. I've yet to see that, but that's why I'm here. I've already been taking these things down, might as well have some backup if I'm gonna do it."
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