[/html]He still did not know. Somehow, he still did not understand himself; how he worked, why he thought, or what he did. Right now, right this second, everything about himself that he was normally so sure of was completely foreign to him. However, the sour taste of uncertainty was quickly replaced with the cool sensation of awareness. He was interacting with a female, and for no reason whatsoever. She was a female that was not Kaena and who had not yet earned anything from him, even the right to speak. Rikka had annoyed him and perplexed him; her thoughts were so foreign and her character so cowardly that he could not stand to remember their interaction. One coyote woman named Rielle had been tolerable. In fact, Hybrid had quite liked her. She was quick and had made an exemplary sparring partner. It was a shame she had not been able to partake in the war; she would have made an excellent soldier defending Inferni.
So now, when Hybrid was at a loss of what to say, he reverted to the familiar: war, bloodshed and fighting. Some might have considered it pathetic that he based his entire life around such a sinful, singular goal. But Hybrid thought it was noble and just, and would defend his role as best he could.
“Do you fight?” he asked suddenly, almost cutting Vieira off. He almost did not hear the sir, and he wished he hadn’t. He still did not know why she was using such a strange term to refer to him. He was Hybrid. That was it. And this was what he knew: how to fight.
| Messages In This Thread |