inheritorofmemories cross your cross-arrows.
“Go on,” Natasha requests quietly, leaning forward slightly in her seat. It feels wrong, to try to manipulate the man before her like this, but she ignores it. No room for conscience here. “The more you can tell me, the more I can use against him.”
“Like how I kill the kid in that village, I may have loose morals, but I draw the line at killing kids.” He muttered still pissed at how the kids deaths were pined on him. “Then there were the accusations of me going out and raping women. Not true, unlike him I understand the meaning of the word no.”
Natasha nods along with the words. This might be the way to trap Dawson - god knows she’s been bait more often than once. “And these were attributed to you? How did he manage that?”