"We're hunters Christopher. All of us. We follow a code. Severo, what is our code?"
"We hunt those who hunt us."
"Nous protégeons crux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes. We protect those who cannot protect them selves." Whispers her voice, when Araya Calevera demands to know the hunters code.
"Christopher, what is our code? Say it with me. We hunt those who hunt us. What is our code? Remind him Severo."
"We hunt those who hunt us."
"We protect those who cannot protect them selves," commands her voice, growing louder.
"Say it Christopher. Say it for your wife Victoria. For your daughter Allison."
"We protect those who cannot protect them selves," is what she dies doing. His baby girl, living by her own code. "Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes."
"Say the code. Speak the words. Say it! What is our code?"
"We protect those who cannot protect them selves," is the most tangible thing he has left of her. Allison's code. A code he will now live by so as not to dishonor his fallen daughter. "Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes."
"We hunt those, who hunt us," he forces out, lying. Hoping this will satisfy the Caleveras enough for them to leave him in peace. He has people to protect. For Allison.
AN- I can't believe nobody beat me to writing this fic.
PS- None of this is mine.