"Why did you do it? Doesn't it feel wrong to you? You just... don't care about their lives?" Red delivers that last line with an air of surprise and incomprehenshion, like a lost child. It's fucking pitiful.

"Don't need your preaching, choir boy. Those scumbags out there..."

Red is already shaking his head.

"No. I'm not talking about now. I understand now, I know why. But... before." He paces the roof, agitated. "You were happy. Normal. And you still signed up to kill. Why do it? Why be a soldier when you don't have to?"

It takes Frank a moment to realise that Red equates "soldier" to "murderer". He clenches his jaw. But before he can utter anything other than 'How DARE you...' Red croaches beside him, looking somewhere into the ether.

"When I killed..."

And that definitely gets Franks attention.




- this was actually the original prompt, but when I read through it it flet like I was taking up too much room for others' creativity. And somewhere along the way it became a story of its own, if left on a cliffhanger. I like it. Hope you guys like it too.