Initially, the moment I come into contact with him, I found him both noisy and ignorant in my opinion; bigger yes, but foolish.
Perhaps the term 'meathead' suited him more but in these weeks he had somehow matured, become an intense and relatively silent type, talking less and practising more.
Cehn, my meat shield.
It absolutely was a respite that the foolish boy from before no longer existed, even though I craved to just be alone right now so that I could carefully process everything that had occurred up to this point, but I felt that I should inform them what was on my mind.
I mean killing them because I lost it and or they slipped up wouldn't be right, even though as meat shields they had failed and I had been eaten, I still felt that these meat shields just needed some harder training so they can become useful the next time around.
