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Snake’s reply surprised Hybrid; never had he expected to encounter someone who had been a prisoner. Certainly, he had met prisoners before – he had kept one or two of his own in the past. One had even convinced himself Hybrid had cared for him, which was a bit of a laugh considering that prisoner had been a wolf. Nonetheless, Hybrid knew how to turn a strong-willed canine into a simpering mess. He could not understand how Snake had been a prisoner in one world and a warrior in the next. However, that also meant Snake would have a strong grasp of psychological warfare. While Hybrid was not particularly skilled in the art of subtlety, he could see how the other Hydra’s experiences would be useful. All they had to do was learn what had been done to Snake and replicate it against their enemies. Though, the extent of Hybrid’s ‘psychological warfare’ was stalking and smirking, so he certainly had a long way to go.
The sandy canine’s other words meant little to Hybrid. He did not know what was out west aside from his home clan. Or, the clan of his forefathers: where the Massacres, Holocausts, Addictions and Destructions had lived; what a cliché. But even that coyote clan had not been too far away. It had been close enough for him to track his sister back to the shores of Inferni where he had plotted his revenge. But distances any farther were incomprehensible to Hybrid. What possibly could be out there? And why would it matter when Inferni offered one everything they needed? The mere thought of venturing forth baffled him. That certainly contributed to his dislike of Rikka; she had sought to venture forth from the clan when she hadn’t needed to.
“How do you fight then?” Hybrid questioned. If Snake had been a prisoner once, how could he be certain he was not one anymore?
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