"I can see your disgust bubbling up whenever I talk about the act of hunting. You can hold a poker face all you want, but I can see within you that it stirs you up," Crow said while following behind with a smile.
"You're completely right. Every time you open your mouth and those vile words spill out, it makes me want to stick my blade in your neck. There's never…there's never been a person I've sincerely wanted to kill besides you," Finn admitted, looking at the pale-haired man. "Everything about you is wrong to me–well, not everything. That small part that might be capable of change, of growth…That's the only thing keeping me from becoming no better than you."
The honest spiel from his lips finally brought a change to Crow's expression, who looked genuinely surprised by the genuine admission.
