Please, please, please talk to me again, Agito. I don't think I can bear to go on much longer without you. I'm definitely nowhere near as smart, clever, strong, or good looking as you, so how will I ever be able to go on in my life here without you guiding me along?
I'm deeply sorry for what I did, honest. I've learned my lesson and will never do it again.
[he actually thinks about his answer this time, his tone serious.]
... What about a trade? I won't rush out and do anything stupid, and I'll do to anything you ask of me without arguing, if you promise to turn the video function on or call while you're out there. You don't have to talk to me and get distracted, just have it on and stay on the line.
I've looked worse, I've done worse. Out of everyone, you should recognize that. Just like you should know I'll avoid shit I can't handle, whenever I can.
[ Agito's -- quiet, for a moment. when he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher. ]
You can shove your concerns right up your ass. I spent a year trapped in that fucking city, where there was jack shit to fight. Training endlessly for nothing. Maybe there'd be a curse, once every blue moon where something would come at us, but fuck. That city was fucking unsatisfying. I'd almost forgotten the taste of blood, my Fangs had become dull.
Maybe I wanted shit like that to come at me, Akira. Maybe I wanted something that could challenge me.
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