— empty eyes, loaded gun —
Robert Noble. 22. Lost Boy. Hit man.

I'm in the business of death, not mercy, so don't ask.

Veni, Vidi, Vici
I can feel the welcome…

ediepowell:

Missed you too, Noble. Is it too much to ask for a hug?

Oh. Edie. I’m sorry, it’s just it’s been so long I’d forgotten what your face looked like. How about a handshake? I’m more familiar with those.