Of course she doesn't put down the glowing heart. Partly because, well: it's Annie. She can be compliant and cautious, but she's got a mind of her own, really. God love her. (Or something like that; God love her is a bit too direct of a blessing for Mitchell to think without feeling a little-- itchy.)
But also: she's right. The heart doesn't smell like blood, or like an actual organ. And it is glowing, somewhat gently, a little like a nursery night-light. Seen like this, one might think it benign and harmless. Then again, a large part of Mitchell's killing career was founded on the virtue of a harmless appearance. Everybody's friend: that's a total vampire trick.
Maybe it's unfair to ascribe that to a heart. After all, it's only a heart.
That's still glowing.
"Uh, you know." He looks up at Annie, with a crook of a smile. "Twenty-two Jumps, that's when they say you really get the hang of it." There have been better, and there have been worse, as well she knows. It's sweet of her to ask all the same. "What about you? Besides your new..." His eyes flick down again. Still glowing. "Heart."
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But also: she's right. The heart doesn't smell like blood, or like an actual organ. And it is glowing, somewhat gently, a little like a nursery night-light. Seen like this, one might think it benign and harmless. Then again, a large part of Mitchell's killing career was founded on the virtue of a harmless appearance. Everybody's friend: that's a total vampire trick.
Maybe it's unfair to ascribe that to a heart. After all, it's only a heart.
That's still glowing.
"Uh, you know." He looks up at Annie, with a crook of a smile. "Twenty-two Jumps, that's when they say you really get the hang of it." There have been better, and there have been worse, as well she knows. It's sweet of her to ask all the same. "What about you? Besides your new..." His eyes flick down again. Still glowing. "Heart."