'He doesn't like losing. Even when we were just sparring, I could see that.'
Sparring.
It had been a long time.
The first time they had done so was not long after leaving the Dungeon.
That dreadful Dungeon.
'He likes winning. He loves winning. But... Not always. It depends on how he won. Depends on it too much actually. He doesn't like running away. Losing... Running away... That's what got him in this mood, isn't it? Not much we could have done against THAT anyways. Runnings away... Losing... How would a Monster feel about that? Most prefer dying to running away. He doesn't. But he still... Oh. It's like...'
"A long hunt... With no kill..." Elisa whispered without meaning to.
"Mm?"
"Nothing!" Elisa waved her hands apologetically. She had shouted the word. Once again, without meaning to. "Just... Thinking."
"Okay."
