Gabriel’s continued presence at his back was reassuring. He liked knowing that the Aquila would always be nearby no matter what happened. Gabriel was such a source of consistency in Inferni that it made it easy for him to exist almost purely as a creature of chaos. He thrived in the disorder and the broken social structures of war, but still appreciated the discipline of being Gabriel’s right-hand man. He had accepted that Inferni had become irrelevant: with new members like Sepirah sullying the pool of coyotes, there was no way it would ever achieve its status of glory again. It was impossible and Hybrid recognized this. Now, he was content to live in the chaos of a new Inferni: a third incarnation in which Gabriel was truly the only one that mattered.
He liked it better this way anyways.
When Gabriel spoke, Hybrid replied automatically with a gruff, “yeah.” As they made their way up the rocky mountain path, Hybrid was aware of the widening distance between them. He wondered if Gabriel had said anything else. He paused to turn around and look at the Aquila, wondering if there had been anything else he wanted to state.