Leon let out a long sigh. He hated with a passion the words luck, destiny, and fate... but he couldn't help but wonder if he was doing the right thing trying to ignore all of those. Regardless, that kind of event happened before, so Leon already knew what to do. The only difference was the fact that the harvesters could kill him with just the weight of their giant forms.
"I don't want to work with you guys," Leon declared. "So, let's just ignore each other, okay?"
"You can decide that after," Inglar said. "Come, we already wasted too much time looking for you."
"Dude, you should listen when people are talking," Leon said. "Give me just one reason to go to a party of giants that can smash me like an insect."
"... We might help you to return to your world." Inglar said.
"Oh, really?" Leon looked away. "Then, instead of working with you guys, I will become your dog. How about it?"
