[The more he heard, the more irritated he was becoming. Perhaps it was his memories, raw and close to the surface, like fresh wounds, but the thought of there being 'rounds' of people being thrown into this game reminded him too much of the laboratory they grew up in. Where they were only fodder for adults amusement and ambitions. He didn't trust anyone who was anonymous, who said that this was for their own protection and safety. If that was the case, the powers he had would have been better suited for him than the cheap spells he had now.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.]
How worthless.
[Though it wasn't as if they hadn't clawed their way out of an even deeper hell with worse weapons. Also don't bring up the second question he's not interested in that touchy feely stuff and he has erased it from his memory.]
Theories behind Luci's identity and who our 'enemies' are?
[Because honestly anyone who wasn't in this room was an enemy as far as he was concerned.]
no subject
He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.]
How worthless.
[Though it wasn't as if they hadn't clawed their way out of an even deeper hell with worse weapons. Also don't bring up the second question he's not interested in that touchy feely stuff and he has erased it from his memory.]
Theories behind Luci's identity and who our 'enemies' are?
[Because honestly anyone who wasn't in this room was an enemy as far as he was concerned.]