Every Man For Himself

[Riley Harper]

Nodding, the brunette offered him somewhat of a smile. "And what do you think a hunter does to its prey?" she asked curiously. After all, there were only two kinds of people. Perhaps it was somewhat cynical, but it was still true. At least, from what Riley had gone through life experiencing. You had to be willing to cut others down in order to survive.

"If you don't want others stepping on you, you can't be nice and accommodating, right? In some cases, you might even be willing to be downright cruel," she continued, her eyebrows raising as she wondered what he'd counter her points with next. 

[Ethan Black]

What did he think a hunter did to its prey? It came with something resembling a smile, and faint traces of curiosity. Ethan considered it for a moment. "Depends on the kind of person." The answer came with a shrug. "Some hunters only like the chase. Once it's over, they lose interest. Others do whatever they want and then dump their quarry once they've had their fun. And then there are those that keep their prey forever. A never ending game." It all depended on who was the Hunter. And their intentions. "Unless you're talking about animals. Then usually it's just to eat them." It came with a smirk.

If he didn't want others stepping on him, he couldn't be nice and accommodating. In some cases he might be willing to be downright cruel. Ethan pursed his lips. Thought. He was amused their conversation had turned into something like...This. "True. But on the same note, if you don't want people hating you and plotting against you, you need to be nice and accommodating." He returned. "Being cruel can only get you so far. Because at one point you become the one stepping on others, and suddenly you've got a much bigger target on your back." Ethan chuckled. "Hate can unite the most unlikely of allies."