"The uniquely named Summoner Slayer," Ryder mused aloud, his mind working through the bombshell. "Does that mean you were actually a killer? Like, professionally?"
"Yes, I was," Leo responded, his playful character diminishing again.
There was no pride in the admission, no shame either. Just the simple acknowledgment of a truth he'd carried for over a century.
Brok stole a quick glance then quickly turned away, hoping it wasn't noticed, but he was caught red-handed by Leo who wasn't even staring at him.
Those enhanced silver eyes missed nothing, a fact Brok was beginning to find both impressive and unsettling at the same time.
"Worry not, big guy," Leo spoke with a slight grin, though there was understanding in his tone. "Don't worry, I'm not going to suddenly develop a taste for friends' blood or anything dramatic like that."
