[The Original remains. Still smiling, he watches as the thief makes his exit, having recieved all the words he expected to (none). For a short time Kol merely stands, listens to the relative silence of the city, an unending piece of human suffering of many kinds. And it occurs to him that perhaps he should even matters out now, take a life (or several) for the one he saved.
He crouches down, picking up one of the arrows with thumb and index finger, turning it around and over. After a few moments' consideration, he rises once more, the broken off arrow still in hand. The next instant, he's elsewhere already.]
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He crouches down, picking up one of the arrows with thumb and index finger, turning it around and over. After a few moments' consideration, he rises once more, the broken off arrow still in hand. The next instant, he's elsewhere already.]