βriley. i remember you.β
pushing himself up from the couch, he makes sure to maintain his distanceβ he doesnβt want to spook him and accidentally get himself killed.
βiβm glad to see youβre still alive and well.β
jesus figures that if the other wanted him dead, heβd be dead already. . . maybe it isnβt the wisest decision to trust him, butβ
βremind me of your name.β
he turns to face him properly, leaving the blade abandoned on the table.
"good on you. it's just me, we talked once a few months ago.
i'm a friend. more so than you realise."
riley stayed still, no sudden movements to prove the fact he wasnt a threat.
heβs almost asleep when he catches the slightest movement out of the corner of his eye. heβs immediately on alert, slowly moving to push himself up.
he doesnβt look toward the corner of the room, instead locking his gaze on the knife heβd discarded onto the coffee table.
βi +
of course, jesus wasn't the best at stealth.
but he was close.
so, the alexandrian chose to seek him out. said crusade lead him to this cabin, with the assassin entering practically silently.
and then?
just sitting down on the chair in the corner and waiting.
@hiddenblades_ one of paulβs strongest skillsβ the one that comes in the most handyβ is his stealth. it allows him to go on solo supply runs and get out of sticky situations with ease.
. . .usually, at least.
he hasnβt run into any other survivors as of late, so he doesnβt +
"came to check on ya'. you're quite far from camp."
riley's right hand fiddled with the blade adorning his left wrist.
his focus swapped from gabriel to their surroundings, it was so quiet.