OOC: @trty Nah, Some Kind of Magic! Much better song.
Jacques stepped closer to the Medic, impatient and dreading the answer that Medic seemed slow to give.
"Il detruire, man, what do you fight for? How can you fight until the end of time for it?" He asked, his questioning stare intense, his hand gripping his belt an inch from his scabbard. He ignored what Scout said, but at the same time was acutely aware that she knew what he was.