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Jefferson was pretty goddamn frightening as he was, even if he didn't hold the global record for scarring or something of the like... not that he wanted to, after all. The brute's ears flicked forward thoughtfully at the mentioning that the clan's former leader had been similar to he, and for a brief moment, Jefferson wondered if Gabriel had developed a slight trust for the torn-up Patriarch because he resembled someone else, but the concept was quickly thrown aside. Jefferson didn't really care if he was trusted or not.


"Sounds like Inferni's seen better days," he remarked, hardly even smirking at the slight joke. Gabriel struck him as the type who only flared up when something got in his way, but didn't forward his clan into striking fear in the hearts of children for a living or something stupidly similar to that. Jefferson did find himself mildly intrigued by the past leader who had been as scarred as he, however. "What was his name?" I'm sure we were very different.

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