DOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;text-transform:lowercase;"] Argus was the next one to prowl over, the sound of a fight breaking out was enough to catch the quartermaster's attention. Dull red eyes seemed to soften a little from the hard set glare at the sight of a prisoner, relieved that it was only caesar being caesar. Already there were a few people around, watching the torture. Argus never really saw the benefit to watch so much as participate. So it wasn't likely they would stay too long.

"Hmm, the reasons tend to vary." Argus offered into the side conversation, between the snarls between the two battling cats they weren't surprised to hear someone questioning a torture. There wasn't much logic in picking up strangers just to hurt, but argus knew best on the kind of mindset ceaser had. What it was like to be hurt by the world and wanting to equally spread that same hurt outwards. If Argus was interested in keeping a liability like thea around they might actually go out and capture someone themselves.