Nah. There's different kinds of crazy, mate.
I'm not too crazy- neither's Cyrus.
But there's guys, y'know... guys who seem serene- emotionless- and then you find out that it's because they're suppressing something. And you find out how brutal they are then.
Then there's the guys that just don't shut up. They don't last long if they ain't strong.
'Cause someone will want them to shut up.
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It's going al right.
Claws aren't nothing.
Too simple- barbaric- you're a bloody brute is what you are when you go around clawin' people. Sometimes it's what you gotta do- I get that, at least- aye?
But a knife is where you get more refined. I've had a fair few duels over my honour using knives.
To the first blood.
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Oh- that's just here.
Back home, I've got like- 4 chapters in. Most are planned out.
Oh, I know mate. My old china, Cyrus- right? He goes by "Red Knife" or well- the translation of "Red Knife" in Greek which is kókkino machaíri. Though I'm not great at pronouncing it.
But codenames are just not my style except when its' necessary.
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