'Pretty' was not a word he'd ever thought he'd use to describe a man and to use the word to describe a male mutant-or rather he assumed the creature to be male-was something that would get him whipped if his superiors ever found out about it. Not that the other members of his unit would be any kinder with their reaction. Not that it even mattered as Byron's face was just as blank and unreadable as always. An unbroken mask as though it was made from terracotta and it wasn't just his skin tone. The small...slits-he guessed that's what they where-under the creature's eyes where a bit unnerving but they didn't detract from his looks. I fact they added to it, making him appear more like a mythical forest spirit than a mutant. Byron almost expected to see flowers braided into his long ink colored hair. The only dark thing about the mutant other the slits. While the tips of his horns came to sharp points he didn't seem dangerous.<br/><br/>Regardless Byron should lift his rifle and aim it at the mutant. Fire one shot between the eyes, to the chest, it'd be over quick. It'd only take a moment. He'd been trained for years for facing mutants and yet...yet he could not bring himself to even lift his rifle.<br/><br/>Though his face was blank his hands trembled. A slight tremor that most wouldn't notice. That Byron didn't notice.<br/><br/>He couldn't kill the mutant. He hadn't done anything wrong. He was outside of the wall and just looked like a frightened fawn.<br/><br/>No, Byron couldn't shoot him.<br/><br/>He glanced away, checking to make sure he was alone. Russell should have been back to take over hours ago. So it was doubtful that the man would ever show up. That was fine. Byron didn't have anything to do anyway. The only other person who knew was Fennec and he wouldn't get his brother in trouble. In fact if their superiors found out he'd just blame Byron. Russell would have to shine shoes for a week and Byron would have more scars to add to the tally.<br/><br/>It was nothing new.<br/><br/>The soldier returned his gaze the mutant who was still kneeling there just watching him.<br/><br/>What did he say? How did he convey that he had no desire to hurt the creature in front of him? Did they even speak the same language?<br/><br/>He swallowed and once more his gaze flicked about, he strained his hearing and picked up nothing. The mutant was safe for now but if someone else came they'd kill him with no hesitation. Kill him and toss him out with the other two.<br/><br/>Byron couldn't stand to have more blood on his hands.<br/><br/>"It's not safe for you to be here," Byron's voice was just as flat as his expression, "You should leave,"