"I haven't heard that name in a long time," he said, setting down a bow and quiver next to the deer.
He continued facing away from Angel as he removed his katana inside its sheath from his back. When he did finally turn back around and crouched down in front of her, she realized that he'd gotten a little grayer than when she last saw him years ago. Otherwise, despite what the world had become, he seemed to still take good care of himself.
"I'm glad to see you... but how did you find me?" Angel asked, not sure if she should be relieved or not to have ended up with Deadblood. He seemed to still be friendly, but who could she really trust?
"You almost scared away my dinner," he answered, nodding towards the deer. "Now answer me: where the hell have you been and why were you in the woods? Everyone thought you were dead. And don't tell me you've been hiding out in those woods all this time. I would have spotted you before now."
Before she could answer, he stood up and extended a hand to help her back to her feet. She took it and only watched in silence as he quickly worked to hoist the deer up by a rope from the ceiling. She wanted to answer him, but she didn't know where to start. She almost forgot all about his questions when he drew a knife, causing her to flinch. She stopped herself however when she realized he only intended to use the knife to begin skinning the deer.
"If you're not going to answer me, could you at least bring me that bucket?" Deadblood asked, Angel glancing around and spotting a dented, metal bucket in one corner of the room. "I'd rather not spend the rest of the night trying to scrub this deer's blood out of my floorboards."
