Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

"You went alone?"

There was some disapproval, perhaps even worry. The woman who had been taken was a woman. Keres was a woman. Did she not think that the man who took Simmik would stop at one? Holland knew his type. He was a gluttonous sinner. If Simmik did not amuse him, he would get rid of her. Find a new toy.

And that toy could be Keres.

He raises a scarred limb to rub idly at his cheek, rubbing at the dark circles that he knew were there. "There was an influx of them while you were gone" Holland admitted, his tone removing the concern and replacing it with weariness "war or not, someone always gets hurt." Leta, Lane, Charles, Tabrielle. Even Toad Amelia.

He bites back a sigh, knowing he should not complain. Practice made perfect craft.