The mercenary had to actually stop and think for a moment at Kage's questions. Why did he care so much? All he could remember from their first encounter during the kidnapping was an endless amount of rage, but it wasn't as if the then-lalafell had been responsible for any of it. He just happened to be there, and happened to be the other person the mercenary remembered from that day. At least, the only one whose face was visible.
"Well, it started off as some revenge. But I can't quite put it there anymore. It's less....malicious...."
He realized just how hard Kage had been hitting him, sitting down on the road. He was tired. Exhausted. Worn-out from the repeated attacks. It wasn't so much a bad feeling as he just couldn't keep it up any longer.Â
As he tried to find the right words to use, his vision went blurry, and began to darken. He was losing consciousness. He supposed he'd probably wake up back there on the road, or in a jail cell. All he knew was he didn't want to be at the lab again.
As the Unnamed Mercenary passed out on the road, he was greeted by an image that seemed both familiar, but far away at the same time.
"Well, it started off as some revenge. But I can't quite put it there anymore. It's less....malicious...."
He realized just how hard Kage had been hitting him, sitting down on the road. He was tired. Exhausted. Worn-out from the repeated attacks. It wasn't so much a bad feeling as he just couldn't keep it up any longer.Â
As he tried to find the right words to use, his vision went blurry, and began to darken. He was losing consciousness. He supposed he'd probably wake up back there on the road, or in a jail cell. All he knew was he didn't want to be at the lab again.
As the Unnamed Mercenary passed out on the road, he was greeted by an image that seemed both familiar, but far away at the same time.
