Caleb Baker's voice was deep, the corner of his eyes followed the unconstrained demeanor of the casual jerk. He was not one to be easily controlled, and it had always been so since he was young.
It didn't seem like he had noticed the changing expressions before him.
His lips curled slightly, "Why I came here, you must have some idea. I'm not a person with lofty ambitions. I don't need this place to ascend higher, nor do I need it for my own maneuvering."
There was a pause, and then a chuckle escaped his throat, "It's you who need me."
They needed him.
Because of the years he spent in Ogatheon.
He was dealing with Ogatheon's top-secret research.
It was just a matter of mutual use.
Did they expect him to, within such a short time, develop some heartfelt sense of responsibility here? Pretty ridiculous.
When it was time to do something, he would play his part, but don't expect to put any pressure on his shoulders or mind.
