Starglow Basin You're The Devil In Disguise

what of it? soto’s eyes rove over this man. 

this man with delicate sensibilities that’s found himself surrounded by a cabal of roughened cads. 

does he know? is he stupid? 

soto can’t be bothered to be delicate. the cartel is all fangs and sharp edges. no room for squishy bits or soft sensibilities here. what you see will shear off your roundness until you are nothing but sharp angles and trauma. 

he shrugs. waits. then decides to ignore the question and speak. no durarás mucho. you won’t last long. an observation- not a condemnation. there is time yet for Beau to be useful.