"I'll be honest with you, Fai."
"Huh?"
"I don't care about this mission. Though I'm an Argonaut, I don't share their values...the only reason I'm standing here right now as your enemy is because I want to. This power I've been born with…is nothing more than a curse. I've been so bored; nothing has challenged me, stimulated me—I've been frozen in this stagnant world for so long. That's why I took this mission: I knew I'd find a worthy opponent; someone that could make my dull world just a bit brighter. It's my own personal desire; not born of hatred or malice. Do you understand?"
Without hesitation, as he spoke, Avdima grabbed his right arm--tugging on it with an abrupt force as a pop sounded out, fixing his dislocated shoulder as his breaths came out sharp and slurred, clearly feeling the effects of his critical points being taken advantage of.
"...You're fighting because you want to?"
