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He sucks in a breath at hearing the question, tensing for a moment. He knows he isn't the best at hiding his emotions — but he wishes that for once, someone could leave it be. Unfortunately for him, it seems even Mahler is willing to pry — maybe it's the scars, maybe they make him seem more interesting than he really is. Ugh.
I'm a murderer, Oh, he didn't mean to say it like that. His ears pin back to his skull and his gaze trains itself to the earth. I mean — I... he wanted me dead. My brother did. So I — He sucks in a breath, shaking his head slightly. His next words come out as a murmur, almost to himself. Just like with our father. He is a murderer, isn't he? Selfish enough to take two lives rather than let go of his own miserable excuse for one, at least. Suddenly he doesn't really want to stick around for Mahler's response.