"Sir! What are my duties? Do you have any expectations?" Xaloc asked Jamal.
Jamal tapped the cup. Honestly, he had no idea how to go about this. He was just a college student so he had not had any students before coming here. The original owner, as well, was not the kind to tutor someone personally so he did not have something he can refer to.
As for the way that the original owner was trained in Valhalla, that was completely inhuman and if he should use any of them on Xaloc, it might build a resentment so great that he would be Xaloc's first celebrated kill.
When he had assimilated some of these memories, he had been filled with great pity for the original owner and had understood just how close he was to Asim.
In the training hell that left only 10 of the 10,000 children in their set alive, they had clung to each other for sanity.
