"You call yourself a killer and think you could be trusted with a child?" They taunt, but he smiles.
Because what if he has blood on his hands? He'd wash them every night before he reads to his daughter her tale of the night. And he would sleep easier, knowing he could slay any monster or man that ever came after her.
What if I have blood on my hands? He thinks to himself. I could pay whatever price for her childhood to be preserved. Protected.
The blood on my hands proves that I can take on the world.
What would good men of this world be able to offer to their daughters?
Blood on her hands?
Thank you, but I'll pass.
Red is my colour.
Because what if he has blood on his hands? He'd wash them every night before he reads to his daughter her tale of the night. And he would sleep easier, knowing he could slay any monster or man that ever came after her.
What if I have blood on my hands? He thinks to himself. I could pay whatever price for her childhood to be preserved. Protected.
The blood on my hands proves that I can take on the world.
What would good men of this world be able to offer to their daughters?
Blood on her hands?
Thank you, but I'll pass.
Red is my colour.