[ Their family name holds a lot of meaning, but more than anything else, it is a joke. A joke because the Saints have never been saints, a joke because the lot of them smile with animal teeth stained by blood no matter how many pearls or tailored suits they might try to drape over the truth. A joke because this particular monster is made human through a sort of love for his sister in a way that the other families have never quite managed to grasp. ]
I saved you something, [ he mock whispers, leaning in in a conspiratorial manner as he reaches into one of his jacket pockets. What he brings forth is not flesh, but the intended murder weapon: the shiv. Not a tool that she needs, he knows, but an extra precaution. (Another part to the smile that he offers her every time he leaves without her. I'll be back, don't you worry. Keep yourself safe.) ]
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I saved you something, [ he mock whispers, leaning in in a conspiratorial manner as he reaches into one of his jacket pockets. What he brings forth is not flesh, but the intended murder weapon: the shiv. Not a tool that she needs, he knows, but an extra precaution. (Another part to the smile that he offers her every time he leaves without her. I'll be back, don't you worry. Keep yourself safe.) ]
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