[He'd expected complete strangers to buy his apology, at the very least. Allelujah, however, is not a complete stranger by a long shot, and one look at his name fills Richtofen's mind with images of knives and blood and pain. Those things would all be well and good in any normal situation, except it was his own blood spilling everywhere when they met.
He glares at the screen, paralyzed with absolute, gut-wrenching hatred for a few seconds, but then something dawns on him.
A smile spreads over Richtofen's lips.
Things are starting to work to his advantage already.]
They're as good as they can be, I suppose. I appreciate the concern.
[He pauses deliberately before sending his next message.]
Though it's a bit strange coming from you. I wasn't exactly kind during our last meeting.
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He glares at the screen, paralyzed with absolute, gut-wrenching hatred for a few seconds, but then something dawns on him.
A smile spreads over Richtofen's lips.
Things are starting to work to his advantage already.]
They're as good as they can be, I suppose. I appreciate the concern.
[He pauses deliberately before sending his next message.]
Though it's a bit strange coming from you. I wasn't exactly kind during our last meeting.