The assassin met her gaze with his dark eyes, frightening more demonic then human in their bleakness as if peering into the abyss itself. He was quiet for the longest time as if he were studying or more precisely reading her expression, clearly she had been crying. Did he actually care about her and her woes? Well it was difficult to tell, however, he had killed his sole friend but he had been assigned to murder him. Though he wasn’t losing any sleep over it. “I am coming with you…”
Gently he tilted his head in a slight head movement “you look sad” he stated almost child-like in its’ blatancy. Anton was a man of few words but when he did speak either it was to tell his strange philosophy or getting directly to the point of the matter. Psychologically he was damaged there was no questioning that, he seem to have no true conception of sympathy or compassion. Most would have thought him evil while others viewed him as a smart animal that could never understand humanity but perhaps in his way he was fond of her.