A glance. It was enough. Seven's lips almost did curl into a thing considered predatory. It amused him, still, when such a glance was all it took for thoughts to begin to swirl. Such stories were concocted about him. The tattooed man. The Sin Seer. On and on some could go. Explaining all the hows, and whys, that he became what he was. So rarely did they truly pick up on it. The reasons behind the markings. The ink that ever changed but was always present were reminders. Links to memories, to sins. Visuals to things he'd seen. Images that, should others know, would bring about far more than just unease.
No story they thought up compared to the true tales. No one spoke aloud those true dark deep sins. The worst's that they could come up with. The true....dark heart. Those were things to keep inside.
And Seven did not.
A glance, and an approach. Seven watched the man with what accounted to vague interest though did not truly show at all. Dark eyes veiled by tendrils of smoke. A posture that didn't move and gave away nothing. Like a statue perched beside the tent. An oddity more than man. "I know." Seven responded smoothly with lips that scarcely moved.
The longer the man remained, the more...attune Seven became to him. All other sights, sounds, scents gone. Leaving just this one. This...toxic little one. "You were looking for me." he finally continued on, allowing interest to be set aside in the name of business. There was always room for more at the Circus. An ever expanding family. Many that, in a way, didn't truly know the family they'd come to join. But everyone learned in time.
Rinth gave plenty of it.
And it took it just as easily. Jeremiah was proof enough of that. His death was by his own hands. Yet likely into his death, he believed it Rinth's doing. Much was Rinth's. A great many actions that could all be pointed towards the town. But so many more were the reactions of others. And that...that was all choice.