"You've been doing something, do you?" Han-gil covered his eyes from the bright light of the sun, as he rarely went to the Hive and had most of his days living within the murky and shady area as the Red Marauder's turf. "You also have a new MIND, something unbefitting for a man with zero self esteem yet an extremely high amount of pride."
"Since when did I look like a man with zero self esteem?"
"From the moment we met again, a couple of years ago." He crunched on his baguette. "There hasn't been a dueling partner that I could ask for a spar. My eyes have been itching to see the murkiest of blood that I poured with compliancy, with dignity and fun chivalry."
Yeah, right. Nobody wanted to be your sparring partner because they were afraid to die, obviously.
"Sure, let's exchange some blows one day. Anywho, I think we can meet with our fellow Mediator faster than we thought."
