[Russia... looks away, glances back down to the body he's 'looting'. He's a bit unsure how to respond to that. Yes, he's seen what the Reavers do. Or did. And it kind of.. well, hard to disturb the disturbed. The Red Army used to go around raping everyone ever and that was... well. Not as bad. Really, in the stretch of history, Russia's history is fucked up.
Still, his people never killed and wore those young girls as clothing.]
Of course.
[Though replying to what, exactly, he's not sure. His mind's already trying to contort what he's seen. Because he hates being upset, he hates being upset. And these Reavers.. are starting to upset him.
His smile returns, though it's a bit strained. Denial; it's not the Reavers, right now. It's America for making him think these things.]
Never be off guard, da? Surpises, hunt in packs. Like wolves, but taste of blood that never is quenched. Should do better to blend in, da?
[And he'll toss the human skin outfit that the Reaver is wearing at America's face.]
[action]
Still, his people never killed and wore those young girls as clothing.]
Of course.
[Though replying to what, exactly, he's not sure. His mind's already trying to contort what he's seen. Because he hates being upset, he hates being upset. And these Reavers.. are starting to upset him.
His smile returns, though it's a bit strained. Denial; it's not the Reavers, right now. It's America for making him think these things.]
Never be off guard, da? Surpises, hunt in packs. Like wolves, but taste of blood that never is quenched. Should do better to blend in, da?
[And he'll toss the human skin outfit that the Reaver is wearing at America's face.]