Diego doesn't move, doesn't speak as the conversation continues around him. He seems frozen where he's stood since he good-little-soldier'd for Luther minutes ago. Biting his tonuge for the command of his leader, and little else at all.
A frown etches across his features at the mention of their individual training. What difference did that make? They all suffered in various ways at Reginald's hand, every single one of them had scars deeper than bone and barrow from him. Diego has never been a fan of Klaus' playing the suffering oneupance game.
So he just continues to stand to the side, jaw tight, and listening.
no subject
A frown etches across his features at the mention of their individual training. What difference did that make? They all suffered in various ways at Reginald's hand, every single one of them had scars deeper than bone and barrow from him. Diego has never been a fan of Klaus' playing the suffering oneupance game.
So he just continues to stand to the side, jaw tight, and listening.