“…Any continent sounds better than sitting in a room with a bastardo for a friendly meal.” He emphasized the “friendly” meal with a bit of sarcasm. Knowing the illusionists, he was going to bother him just by sitting within 25 feet.
Grudges are very unique things, aren’t they?
"I’m pretty sure if we leave a few days before we won’t get caught.”
“…That actually sounds like a good plan.” He’ll look for an assignment as an excuse.
⊰ ————— { ♚ } —— ;; Lal wasn’t quite sure the entire reason for this man’s hatred for the other. As she had not been part of the betrayal nor did she really know the man that much. So to her, whatever grudges they had towards one another Lal wasn’t going to be part of it. Well — if he needed help with something, that was a different story. A bullet wound to the knee wasn’t going to kill anyone. Just prevent their escape.