Rit was happy to go. Axieva was an interesting creature. Killing didn't bother her, it was natural, like predators and prey. But prostitution offended her in a way she apparently couldn't seem to explain. That amused him and pleased him as well. The skin trade was not something he was fond of.
Following behind Axieva, he walked silently, wondering where they were headed. He saw his future self creep by again, still shadowing the same target it seemed. This place was filled with all kinds of vile sorts. Addicts, arsonists, bookies, burglars, con artists, crooks, drug dealers, extortionists, fences, forgers, gamblers, grave robbers, hooligans, impersonators, insurgents, johns, larcenists, loan sharks, kidnappers, muggers, murderers, necrophiliacs, oglers, pickpockets, pimps, pirates, profiteers, prostitutes, rapists, seditionists, smugglers, thieves, thugs, usurers, utterers, vandals, and so many more. The number of small children running through the street worried him. Growing up in this sort of environment would only perpetuate the cycle of waste. Perhaps he could be a force for change. More likely he'd start a war of, them versus him. He's have to kill many, and reign over them like a conqueror. That wasn't his way, and most of the criminals would simply flee to take their illicit activities elsewhere.
One particular little boy caught his eye. The child was watching a prostitute not far away. Rit doubted anyone else noticed the boy there, crouched down, filthy, clutching a sharp stone in his hand as protection. The prostitute was likely his mother. Why else would the child watch her so intently? It was a sad and not uncommon story. Prostitutes got pregnant, and then didn't care for the child when it was born. Rit nudged Axieva and nodded at the sex peddlers, lined up, displaying themselves as wares.
"Those poor souls are prostitutes."