SUCH A WRETCHED AFFAIR / capture

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He'd always considered himself a force of good but in this world, the grey area consumed the earth like a cloak, an unbreakable veil. There were no heroes and no villains. Despite that, he couldn't imagine the day he would kill or torture someone for the sake of it. Maybe if it were for revenge or a good cause (because Bakugou often found himself doing difficult deeds) but never for the purpose of actual entertainment. And yet his words had left his maw, the male urging the griffon to entertain him, holding his opinions back because the one who had technically sided with the 'villains' was Bakugou. Right and wrong were lines that intertwined, blurring at the ends, unclear of what belonged to what. He found himself beginning to accept such circumstances, bitter gaze drawn towards the captive. For now, he didn't exactly have the 'heart' to participate himself. All he knows is that he could turn the Pittian into a punching bag if he was angry enough but his fire was out cold, only coal left behind, shrouded in black smoke. He knows that in time he will come to embrace this dilemma, finally own a resolve, and he knew that he was being thrown onto a path that no longer meant anything. It was a foolish decision to say that he was still a hero, but he also knew that he wasn't evil. The Typhoon wasn't a force of chaos. They were merely pirates being pirates.

He could have expected dragons to appear like vultures, one of them being the returning member Argus who he still didn't know how he felt about. He usually thought the mythical beasts to be untrustworthy because of their sheer strength. Why would they need to follow others when the world was open to their grasp? His sanguine gaze soon drifts towards that of Luciferus, also offering to assist in injuring the other. Bakugou doesn't say anything, instead finding that The Typhoon were all approaching the torture session like flies on dead meat, eyes hovering towards Goldenluxury - heart filled with revenge. He curses quietly. From the sounds of it, The Pitt were trying to snatch the bengal back into Stryker's claws. Those rotten bastards. He merely glares at Leopard. "Even if you said no we're still going to torture you, dumbass." The ragdoll huffs before clenching his teeth together, molars sitting in their grooves as he twitches an ear at Seamus. He wasn't too sure about the 'masochist' statement. Others made bullshit lies all the time when the time came it but he doesn't say anything about the comment, snorting at Feliks' comment about his smell. He was used to his stench so he didn't argue about it, merely observing the way the griffon then proceeded to give the Pittian the 'time of his life'.