IT'S EASY TO FAKE A SMILE // capture

[glow=white,1,400]I'M LOSING MY MIND TODAY ! — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Slavery. Everyone was speaking as if he suggested they make the prisoner a slave - though Dante wasn't opposed to it (he came here knowing that Yes Man encouraged it, after all), that wasn't what the hybrid meant. Of course he didn't realize that wiping a child's memory and brainwashing them into thinking they were a Pittian was slavery. Dante moved back as Sweeney manipulated the earth, trying to put a wedge between him and Fragglerock. The hybrid grit his teeth in a snarl now, though he didn't have any time to retort anything as Aine grabbed him with her own elementals, followed by a shock from Kold.

"It isn't slavery if the kid doesn't remember jack shit." Dante replied with a snarl through gritted teeth, the shock-wound on his side festering a bit. Fuck, that hurt. Dante shook his head as Westley's attack started to take its hold, though in this particular case, the hybrid wasn't aware of it being from mental voodoo shit - instead thinking it was some sort of withdrawal symptom. "Fucking hell. I ain't gonna hurt the kid." Anymore. "What's a little harm in scaring him?" What, was everyone pussies these days? It certainly seemed like it. They should all be grateful they didn't have to deal with the shit he did so many years ago.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]