[Amos sends a picture: a carefully sketched diagram of the shobo: needle-like weapons with a ring for a finger to hold them close in the palm. The size is carefully noted out in tidy handwriting.]
They're made of metal, solid, but they're not very heavy.
[The killing itself didn't feel like anything, it was just a kill, like any other. But the hunt... it was nice to have a target again, if only for a little while. Even if it was a false mission.]
[The joy in her voice when Rage replies is very evident.] Oh, your species is naturally predisposed to being upset, it doesn't bother me. Tell me, what parts did you like the best?
Did you hunt other weapons or other members of your similar species? What was the killing for? It can't be food, Hope is still annoyed at me about that but it was an honest mistake.
Technically... we are of the same species. But I... am trained better. I am stronger, faster. I kill whoever they send me to kill. Politicians, scientists, whoever they want dead.
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