PAIN IN MY CHEST / typhoon leader

It wasn't unlike Vaas to be known as heartless, cruel. He needn't do every cruel thing to prove the fact that he was a bastard, that he was simply put- mean when the mood strikes him. No, he was mean when he had a reason- when something of his was threatened, and even if his family was gone. Completly- utterly. There was a hint of a connection there in his niece. In her kids, and the rest of the broken family she had made for herself there on that cursed island. Good for them, Vaas had left, but that did not mean he didn't still crave that- that family- all the same.

Goldie's features softened and he felt something like relief in his own blossom. "They'll keep ya on your toes, if nothing else." Vaas was not unfamiliar to the term of enemies, and the ones the Typhoon had made were ones that Vaas had once fought against. No more mayhaps, but if there was a need, Vaas would step up- and drag the entirety of the clan at his back if he had any say in it. Vaas found peace here, in the beaches, in the boardwalk.

He noticed the cry, and felt a soft frown, looking down towards lovekit and foam. a soft frown on his maw. "I remember the way to the clan perfectly well, foam, if ya want me to show you the way."

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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