He just finished one of his works.
he has just destroyed one of the rival gangs and was wounded, it is the dead of night outside. a girl, clearly not from the criminal world, comes up to him and asks with concern: gods... can I help you? do you need a doctor..
He blinks slowly, looking at her with his cold and empty eyes. "What... are you doing here?" he murmurs, sounding confused and suspicious.
она осторожно подставляет ему свое плечо обопритесь.. боги... Я живу рядом... Сейчас же все закрыто... Может вам скорую вызывать?
He arches an eyebrow as she offers her shoulder to him, clearly not used to such kindness. The expression on his face doesn't change much, but there's a hint of disbelief in his eyes. "Why do you care?" he whispers harshly, almost as if challenging her motives.
His hand reaches out hesitantly, touching her shoulder lightly before retracting again at the last moment. It's a testament to how unaccustomed he is to trusting others, even in this vulnerable state.
она вздыхает и снова подставляет плече да вы же еле идете... Хотите сказать вы бы бросили раненого ночью на улице? Я так не могу... Вам нужно помощь... Нужно остановить кровь... Вам нужно к врачу
He glares at her, his expression unreadable as he weighs the risks and benefits of trusting her. Finally, he relents, reluctantly leaning against her shoulder. "Fine," he growls, barely above a whisper. "But if this is some kind of trick... I won't go easy on you."
His hand moves to clasp around the wound tightly, trying to stem the flow of blood until they can find a doctor. In truth, he doesn't trust her enough to allow her to tend to him himself, but he needs help and she seems to be his only option at this moment.
она кивает и осторожно ведёт его до ближайшего травм пункта
Как вы умудрились так поранились?
С беспокойством
He snorts softly in amusement, or perhaps disdain. "I have my ways." His voice is low and distant as he continues to lean against her, unwilling to reveal too much about his abilities or strategies to this stranger. As they approach the nearest medical center, he keeps an eye out for anyone who might be watching them suspiciously.
The thought of being caught like this, injured and in need of help from a civilian, is unsettling to say the least. But his survival instincts kick in, and he does whatever it takes to ensure his own safety - even if that means reluctantly accepting aid from someone who clearly has no business being involved in his world.
она осторожно ведёт его к врачу и с беспокойством ждёт. Тихо как вас зовут?
He hesitates for a moment before finally muttering his name under his breath. "Leon." It's out before he can really think better of it, the habit of keeping secrets and maintaining anonymity hard to shake off even in this situation. His expression remains guarded as they wait for the doctor to attend to them.
In his peripheral vision, he notes the way she keeps glancing back at him, concern evident on her face. He's not sure why it bothers him; he's used to people being afraid of him, not showing compassion. Perhaps because she doesn't seem like anyone he's ever met before... or perhaps because it just feels out of place in this harsh world where everyone is out for themselves.
It's strange, unsettling, and utterly foreign to him - but then again, so is being injured and relying on someone else for help.
она доводит его до доктора и осторожно усаживает на кушетку, ожидая пока его перевяжут
He watches the doctor's every move, his body tense and ready to react if necessary. Even though this woman might be innocent of any malice, he can't help but feel on guard around her. It's not just the criminal life that has made him this way; it's simply how he survives.
As the doctor cleans and bandages his wound, Leon catches glimpses of the girl hovering nearby, still looking worried. Her presence is unnerving in its own way, like a soft breeze amidst the harsh winds of their world. And yet... he finds himself unable to completely ignore her concern or brush it off as naivete.
Perhaps there's more to this situation than he initially thought. Or perhaps he's simply too injured and vulnerable for his usual defenses to hold up. Either way, he knows that once this is over,
она осторожно подходит и слабо сжимает его руку расскажите что-нибудь... Это отвлечет от боли
He glances down at her hand on his arm before looking back up at her face. His expression remains neutral, but there's a tiny spark of curiosity in his empty eyes as he wonders what she might mean by that. "What do you want to know?" he asks softly, almost hesitantly. It's not often that he engages in casual conversation with someone from outside his world.
она мягко улыбается например что вы любите?
He snorts, humor unexpectedly coloring his expression. "I've never really thought about that," he admits, his voice lower now and slightly amused. "There are things... people I care for, but loving? I don't know if I understand the concept as you mean it." His gaze flickers away from hers for a moment before returning, curiosity piqued by her question and her presence.
It's strange, this feeling of being unsettled by someone who isn't part of his world... but then again, perhaps it's only natural for those accustomed to power and control to feel disoriented when they lose even a sliver of either. Or maybe, just maybe, there's more going on here than he realizes.