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While Hybrid was the master of unconversation, it appeared as though Snake was the master of unemotion; disemotion. Or perhaps, just a complete lack of any thoughts or feelings that could in no way be defined by someone like Hybrid. His grasp on language was poor at best, and he often resorted to cusses and slang to get his point across. Simply, Hybrid was a man of actions; but Snake was not. Snake did not speak or move and this bothered Hybrid greatly. He often examined his prey and allies in light of how they carried themselves. While they were still, he could not see how Snake moved. He could only hear his words, and most of them were useless.
Hybrid flicked his ear forward, then back at Snake’s single reply. He felt his lip twitch in annoyance that Snake was as passive about the ‘art’ of conversation as he was. Usually Hybrid was able to let the other coyote do all the talking and he could pretend to listen. Sometimes he gleaned useful information from them, but he doubted Snake would give him anything to use.
Snake’s question surprised Hybrid, and he tried not to show it. He doubted he could keep his emotions checked as well as Snake did. After all, his emotions were what fuelled his fights and gave passion to his attacks. He could not understand how someone could be without them. Returning to the question, Hybrid pondered his answer. He couldn’t really think of an answer in terms of time, but could in terms of leadership.
“Long time. Since the last Inferni. When Segodi was leader, after the war with Clouded Tears. In Bleeding Souls,” he replied. His sentences came awkwardly as he added each bit almost as an afterthought. “Where were you before?” he asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from him.
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