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[fullofmercy]

There are a few things he knows he should take with him.

The Punisher, for one: not that he travels anywhere without the familiar weight of the cross on his back.  It's an old friend, and one he can't do without.

The Punisher isn't great for storing provisions, though, so he empties out his satchel into the saddlebags slung over the Angelina II's frame, and brings it back upstairs to the bar to fill his canteen and pack a few protein bars while he keeps an eye out for Ellen.  He doesn't see her, but there's a guy nearby wearing the same sort of body armor, looking like he's waiting for something.

Well, who isn't?

Slinging the satchel over his shoulder, he hefts the Punisher and wanders over, free hand stuck in his pocket, friendly smile on his face.

"You look like you're headed out for some business," he remarks, off-handedly.

When the Punisher's foot lands on the floor, it does so with a distinctly metallic, slightly muffled clank.
 

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[fullofmercy]

"Hmmmm."

He blows a thin cloud of smoke into the air. "It's as good a cause as any, and better than most. As a matter of fact, I try to do something similar. I can't say it always works out for the best, but it's rarely my decision to make."

Shrugging, he taps off some ash. The ins and outs of morality aren't questions he struggles with on a daily basis: he knows what's right and what's wrong, and, more importantly, what needs to be done.

Which is why he's so often the man to do it.

"At any rate, I think I see Miss Ellen coming back, so I can only assume we'll be on our way soon."

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael shrugs, they all do the best they can with what they have to work with. His own morality is a little more disconcerting at times, falling well into the permanent 'gray area', but he does what he can with it.

"It's that time."