[ Good, he took the direction. John considers that answer, though, arms folding. ]
So you play the part of a puppet for this mass, then, if you trust the darkness it inhabits. [ A neutral observation, and his head tips towards his left shoulder. Something in the shadows cast by his hood make his mask appear to arch a brow, almost. After a moment, softly to himself: ]
Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd...
[ He shakes his head, pulling himself from that memory with a huff. He is fucking tired of the bastard constantly watching him and Arthur, though, speaking of a capital-A Audience. Though if John has no idea where he is, hopefully Kayne doesn't, either. But then... ]
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So you play the part of a puppet for this mass, then, if you trust the darkness it inhabits. [ A neutral observation, and his head tips towards his left shoulder. Something in the shadows cast by his hood make his mask appear to arch a brow, almost. After a moment, softly to himself: ]
Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd...
[ He shakes his head, pulling himself from that memory with a huff. He is fucking tired of the bastard constantly watching him and Arthur, though, speaking of a capital-A Audience. Though if John has no idea where he is, hopefully Kayne doesn't, either. But then... ]