(Cay)<br/><br/>That story seemed a bit familiar... True he wasn't all that acquainted with works of royalty but he was familiar with the concept of "useful people" and their 'voluntary' works. Hunter took one more bite from his meat and chewed slowly as he listened to her story. Everything she said only solidified his belief that any sane man and woman would run away from him. Though stories he heard originated from the holy church instead and their radical turn. Once, they were everything a church was supposed to be - a place of worship, community and collective effort to understand word of God... But somewhere along the way, those in charge of church decided to use and abuse devotion and fearful nature of common people and create something much more sinister. Inquisition's methods for dealing with people like Kateri were ruthless and merciless. To expect Kateri to return to that place would be nothing short of madness but at the same time, taking her there himself... he may doom her to fate worse than death.<br/><br/>"You see him as evil, I see him as dedicated." Anton mumbled in-between chews "Have you been to any war?" He asked, gaze locked with hers, not expecting any answer to be given "When I was lad, I was told stories of knights and brave soldiers who fight bravely for their king and country. Victory is glory, death is honor and people gladly lay down their lives. Wanna know the truth? It's all bullshit. You fight among boys with barely sixteen winters in 'em who just pissed themselves from fear and you get to fight an army, hoping he won't run away... because if he does he'll be shot dead. There is no honor, there is no glory... there's just men, gargling in their own blood on the ground and best thing you can do is ease their pain. You sacrifice one sod, so that all your men live and theirs die... know what that is? War won."<br/><br/>His words abruptly ended. Of course she couldn't understand what he saw, what he had to go through. It was not something one can describe... the sight of man beside you having arrow through his eye, falling down onto the ground... smashed heads on the ground with bodies still twitching... river of blood pouring from someone's neck... it was the well known horror of war - a game which so many sought to play at the expense of their own men, not giving two shits about consequences. As long as day is won, it is worth it in their books. It was the reason why Anton became bitter... why he stopped trusting people. Hunting down criminals is easier... at least he knew that he did something wrong instead of having poor luck of being born on the other side.<br/><br/>But what was he supposed to take from Kateri's words? Though story seemed like one of those kinds that few lucky bastards tell once they elude cold clutch of Inquisition, it still sparked a number of other question... What if she made her story? What if this was all for the benefit of creating an opening to escape? Then again, if it was true then what he was doing would surely end any hopes of her life being in any way normal.<br/><br/>"You know, if I didn't just had one try to freeze my blood, I might've believed you on that." Anton responded with smirk on the comment of not all witches being evil "The way I see it... you cast your magic on me, 'tis the same as raising a sword... and I don't like someone swinging sword at me. Gives me tendency to believe they want me dead." He took another bite from the meat, last one and as he chewed he wiped his hands on his coat. Arm landed on top of crossbow, holding it near in case Kateri tries something "Assuming you escape... where would you go? What hole do you have that you think would be exempt from Prince's search party?"