patriot.

           “Doesn’t matter if they do it or not. A 
            line needs to be drawn somewhere.” 
            God, when did he become Mr. Morality? 
            Patriot’s gaze swept briefly over the scene 
            while he inwardly cursed. “Right. You only 
            shatter people’s collarbone on special occasions.
            What this guy do anyway?”

       ❝ You know what I do for a living, right? Does
       moralizing sound like something I’m prone to? ❞
      Arms crossed over his chest, shoulders shrugging
      when he was asked what the guy did. ❝ Personally?
      Nothing. He was just a contract. ❞ WAS.