Zero scoffed at the implication that he was a troublemaker. There was nothing he could do when this conversation was already bordering on 72 hours long. He was, unfortunately (fortunately for them), pretty harmless without his sword, without the drugs he was given.
Okay, that was untrue - he could kill a man from the force of throwing a bottle or lamp at them but there weren't really any bottles or lamps, right? He certainly hadn't been eyeing the ground for any good-sized rocks.
Finally, finally he actually looked at Meteion and whatever words he had in his mouth died. He had no clue what he was looking at. She looked like a girl, yes, but she also was so very clearly not human. He had no clue what she was. He balked at her for a moment before he managed to string a response together - he'd seen some pretty strange folks other than her but he hadn't expected to be talking to one now.
"Uh, my name is Zero." It was the only thing he'd ever been called. He didn't know if he actually had a name. "Yes, we can be friends but you don't want to know my thoughts."
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Okay, that was untrue - he could kill a man from the force of throwing a bottle or lamp at them but there weren't really any bottles or lamps, right? He certainly hadn't been eyeing the ground for any good-sized rocks.
Finally, finally he actually looked at Meteion and whatever words he had in his mouth died. He had no clue what he was looking at. She looked like a girl, yes, but she also was so very clearly not human. He had no clue what she was. He balked at her for a moment before he managed to string a response together - he'd seen some pretty strange folks other than her but he hadn't expected to be talking to one now.
"Uh, my name is Zero." It was the only thing he'd ever been called. He didn't know if he actually had a name. "Yes, we can be friends but you don't want to know my thoughts."
He was still filled with rather murderous intent.
"Could you untie my hands?"