"Why didn't you kill him?"/That's your job, I'm not a killer.
"But you delivered him to me."/That was my job. Besides, I'd be too merciful, and after what he did....
"They will help all of you recover."/This lady with the kind eyes who gave me a hug with her tail already has helped a lot. -- The New Guy
[AN: This post has been edited to improve brevity]
You can call me what you like. It doesn't matter. Not really. I've been called a lot of names by a lot of people. Some of them are even accurate. I'm a bounty hunter. I'm used to it. I'm no judge, nor am I an executioner. There's only one of me, so I can't ever be a jury.
I leave the killing to the people who decide on what justice looks like.
That said, I don't always guarantee that the bounty arrives in one piece. They often arrive broken, bloody, and missing a few relatively insignificant pieces. Just to teach them why they shouldn't try escaping again.
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