[ 'Fun' is at least a term he understands, even if he doesn't indulge in anything close to it. There is the enjoyment to be found in a mission completed, and even a small amount of sadistic pleasure taken in killing. It was part of the process of creating him. The man he'd once been was so good, so wholesome and pristine, that they'd had to break him utterly to create the monster they needed. While another might have found his will simply bent, the Soldier was broken. He was made to lust after the kill, to find peace in it. Decades of training in this fashion and they had what they were after, a true monster in every sense of the word.
Inhuman. Untouchable.
Until Jack Benjamin pulled him from his sleep and promised him freedom for his services. He was given the opportunity to become more than a mere weapon. And for the first time in his life there had been a choice.
Now, he takes that man's hand to stand equal beside him on the rocky overlook, observing the chaos in the camp. The troops will sweep through, clear out what remains, eliminate those still loyal to the king. There is death in the air and battle hums in his blood, and the prince is offered a faint smile in answer. ]
Are you?
[ Jack is a curious man, unlike any he's served before. Nations have been built and they have crumbled, and he's had his hand in more than a few. Men with ambition are rarely hard to find, but Jack has a unique quality to him. So long has he spent under his father's heel, made to feel less than worthy, that he strives to become more. He fights for a right to exist.
In this, they have a common bond, something that has not existed before. And perhaps there is more to it than that, a shadow of something in Jack's face that reminds him of a time long ago, another man he stood beside.
Little more than a ghost, less than a memory. Still. There are few places he has stood where he felt he truly belongs. He has killed for lesser men and more petty causes than this. ]
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Inhuman. Untouchable.
Until Jack Benjamin pulled him from his sleep and promised him freedom for his services. He was given the opportunity to become more than a mere weapon. And for the first time in his life there had been a choice.
Now, he takes that man's hand to stand equal beside him on the rocky overlook, observing the chaos in the camp. The troops will sweep through, clear out what remains, eliminate those still loyal to the king. There is death in the air and battle hums in his blood, and the prince is offered a faint smile in answer. ]
Are you?
[ Jack is a curious man, unlike any he's served before. Nations have been built and they have crumbled, and he's had his hand in more than a few. Men with ambition are rarely hard to find, but Jack has a unique quality to him. So long has he spent under his father's heel, made to feel less than worthy, that he strives to become more. He fights for a right to exist.
In this, they have a common bond, something that has not existed before. And perhaps there is more to it than that, a shadow of something in Jack's face that reminds him of a time long ago, another man he stood beside.
Little more than a ghost, less than a memory. Still. There are few places he has stood where he felt he truly belongs. He has killed for lesser men and more petty causes than this. ]