Xion glanced at Yuju lazily,
"Not. I just love a good fight."
"That's what they all say... This conversation is tiring me out" Yuju sighed, unimpressed.
He crossed his legs, looking down at the girl, "Surprise me already..." But he was already bored of their mind games.
The girl ranted, yelled. "Why are you a Villain?" Light brown eyes stared up at Xion, not a single glimmer of hope present.
"Am I? I consider myself to be a hero." The boy's eyes widen at her statement, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips.
"You're the Villain, in the past, you were the Hero."
Raising a brow, Xion gave her a once overglance. Sitting with knees to her chest she tried to keep herself warm.
His clothes were torn, soaked from the snow, and stained with blood. She could see it, the fear in his eyes. They pleaded for help, for someone to save him. He was in pain, desperate for someone to reach out and hold him.
"You think so? If so, why haven't you been rescued?" She probed...
