Re: log: david/aiden
Aiden didn't consider cowardice especially cute, but then again he also didn't consider baby rabbits cute, so his perception might have been off (as usual). With a motion of his left hand he herded the souls into the void in reality, through the black gateway, igniting the edges of the portal with a flick of the same wrist, closing it as soon as they had passed on. Better safe than sorry.
Proof that the Revenant hadn't been processed was right in front of him, with a charming murder smile, killing people as he went along. Wrong. The Revenant was wrong, his existence, wrong. It felt ... weirdly icky. His sheer being around must have given one of the higher-ups a nervous rash, just thinking about it. But he wasn't on Aiden's list, so he really wasn't his problem.
He popped his thumb into his mouth, briefly, to clear the traces of blood off of it. Not that he would actually leave any DNA trail at the murder scene, they had taken care of that a long time ago.
Maybe being out of the freezer for some time had made him more compassionate, maybe he could identify with the Revenant in some way, weren't they both walking corpses? So he considered his options, walking away or actually staying to give answers. He chose the latter, though he couldn't pinpoint why, clearly not out of the goodness of his heart. “We usually aren't given that information. I wouldn't know, unless I collected the soul myself…. and they went the direct route, bypassing processing. Most don't.” Which right there, qualified as the most he had spoken in a long time.
“Are you looking for someone?” He surprised himself, asking questions out of the blue, usually not the one for chit-chat. Morbid curiosity perhaps?