MY EMPIRE OF DIRT // MOON

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Yeah, the kid looked like shit. Gabriel didn't need a bright light to see that, and if there was something he could've done without getting them both fucked over, he would have, but he was one person in the middle of an entire clan. If some of The Ascendants showed up, maybe, but forgive him if Gabe didn't have the highest confidence in that situation working out, so in the end, not intervening was the best option for them both. Coming here could undo that decision, though; Moon could distrust him all he wanted, could believe what he wanted, and Gabriel didn't have the time to explain much considering how risky visiting the lion was. It might have been less incriminating if he hadn't brought the basket, though only slightly, so the hybrid was completely aware that he shouldn't have gone anywhere near the mausoleum when he knew The Typhoon wouldn't need much more than that to put him out on his ass. After they left him in a similar state as Moon.

If he were a hero, he might have been willing to risk more, but he wasn't a knight in shining armor. He was more in line with the character Moon mistook him for, just less- less. And also not here to reap his soul, or whatever else it was said the cloaked bastard did. Probably not anything like bringing the tortured food and supplies.

Gabe gave Moon a moment to come back from wherever his mind had gone off too, although seeing him open his eyes again didn't convince the hybrid that he'd settled into his senses. Maybe that was too much to expect of the kid, but whatever conclusions he was generating, he didn't need to know them to assume they were all wrong. Most of them. If it was an issue of trust, he- really couldn't blame him, so he accepted the coarseness. "What does it look like? I'm taking care of a dumbass."

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