“I will protect you… You will be safe under where we’re heading, Mr Clawthorne.” Don’s stoic eyes hardened as he spoke sternly, giving the fellow sinners speaking ill of the boy a stoic death glare in warning… He wasn’t that kind of person, it disgusted him and went against his own morality.
The hotel guard wanted to rest a hand on Hunter’s head in comforting, but decided not to in worry that it might frighten him more.
“I will shut down those who wish you ill matters… Those who endanger and threaten the young shall pay in ‘wrathful’ justice.” This boy’s been through a lot… He only hoped that he and his allies at the hotel could give him the comfort and safety he deserves after all that.
[HUNTER]
Hunter wasn’t use to any sort of physical touch. Specially the good kind like head rubs or even hugs. He’d never gotten that from Phillip.
It mostly was pain, since he was just another clone. That can be easily be disposed and another could be taken in his place. Like a child replacing a broken toy with a new identical one.
He hoped where he was going, he wouldn’t get called out more. Those, those monsters didn’t deserve to be living here… But, they had to go somewhere.
Hunter wished they would burn into ash personally for himself.
His face stays buried in his folded arm as Don told the demons to piss off. He heard their displeased scoffing before it decrescendos.
