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Kai Whistler | Oliver Queen (greenhoodie) wrote in thereincarnates,

"Don't worry about it." Kai waved off her apology. "I've had worse." Not that Peyton's punch was anything to scoff at. His shoulder still throbbed some from where she connected, and he wouldn't have been surprised if she left a bruise, but a fist just didn't compare to some of the weapons he'd been whacked with during his nightly travels. One work day he'd come in with bruises all over him because he'd taken a particularly painful beating from a crowbar, but he'd played it off as a club brawl, and had even paid off somebody in the media to do a story on it in order to cover it up.

Kai slowly sank down into a chair closer to the door. He seemed exhausted, and it was true that he was. It was hard to keep up the double life; his image outside of the hoodie was a full-time commitment, and then the hours he should have spent sleeping he was running around like a mad man hunting down criminals. He was burning the candle at both ends, and he was well aware that it wasn't something he could keep up forever. It didn't mean he wouldn't try.

"Yeah, guess that's me," Kai rested his chin on his clasped hands, eying her wearily. Peyton had Dinah, which means that she should be an ally, but reincarnation didn't guarantee anything. Dinah couldn't prevent Peyton from telling his secret if she really wanted to, and considering what he'd been doing, he couldn't blame her. Knowing and not reporting made her an accessory to his murders. No matter how well-intentioned they were. "Some costumed girl caught me in the middle of a job a few months back. She saw me shoot somebody with an arrow. So I'm sure their perception of me is fan-fucking-tastic."

Kai heaved a sigh. "Listen, I'd get it, if you need to tell somebody. I hope that you don't, because that'll expose me to a lot of people I made enemies and. Well. I don't want to go to jail. I can promise that I didn't kill anybody that I thought could be taken care of through the justice system. Just the guys who wouldn't face any consequences if they were arrested. The guy she saw me kill, he was in charge of a prostitution ring. Human trafficking. And he had every judge in his pocket. If I turned him into the police, he would've been out the next day to keep terrorizing those kids." He was rambling, and he quickly closed his mouth. This was the longest he'd gone in her presence without a wise-ass remark.