 Slytherin by heart
"I see," he said quietly. He could still remember the young man... blond-haired and blue-eyed. The image was still in his sketchbook. Oh, how Slade had eyed him for keeping his sketchbook and not bringing enough of his potion. "Unfortunately, there are few ways to deal with a lycanthrope when out of control. Moreover, out for your blood. Following an incident of my own, I joined the Werewolf Capture Unit. And I'm still learning how to do live capture. I'd never known prior to joining myself. Normally if I encounter one, it's him or me. And the last one it took both Slade and I to take it down." He cleared his throat, realizing it likely wasn't helping any.
"I'm sure it was harder, knowing that this one was your friend. However, if it was as bad as you say, it may have been for the better. Your friend has a sort of rest, and peace, that he may not have ever known. Even a freedom from his own mind, and perhaps even his own guilt had he killed you. Believe me, one of the hardest things is thinking, even knowing, that in the end it was for the best."
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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