"Thank you, Mr. Larkinson."
After the fateful meeting where half of the mech pilots decided to stay onboard the Felixia Catstrikers, everyone except Ves and Lady Miralix's projection had left the room.
The two stayed back in order to hold a private conversation.
"I bailed you out to further my own interests, not yours." He flatly replied. By now, he had shed his stern persona which he used to great effect during the meeting. "Don't forget that this attempted mutiny reflects badly on your leadership ability."
"I.. you're right."
Perhaps in front of everyone else, she might maintain her belligerent act. However, she couldn't do so against the savior of her hunting ambitions.
Ves took a deep breath. After whipping the mech pilots with his Devil Tongue, he was feeling awfully tired of it all.
