He returns it casually, surprisingly gentle for all his bulk. That seemed a rather weak understatement–bulk didn’t really cover how he looked.
[Humor’s rare anyway; it’s good to hear it, drier than a desert or otherwise. Used to be James, but seeing my current state, callsigns seem a bit more accurate. Call me Alcatraz.]
“Alcatraz.” And Ruby wrecked her mind for where she had heard that name once. “Isn’t that the one abandoned prison on a island?” Then she chuckled, before shaking her head.
“A rather fitting name for you, no? You’re a cage with the remains of humanity inside of you.”
[That’s the one,] he says dryly, as if he’d heard it a million times before. [At least I’m not fuckin’ Leavenworth. As for how fitting it is-] He shrugs lazily, not really seeming to care. He seems like the kind of person that’s really seen everything, but how much ”everything” is for him is still up for debate.
At least he’s answering questions and keeping things blunt.
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