"I want to fight."
Ramus had said something without realizing it himself. It was almost an impulse.
But he was not stupid. He had seen his parents get mauled by the monsters of the Apocalypse.
His sister was alone, if something happened to him, what would she do?
He couldn't fight. He had planned to just go and run errands or something for them. This wasn't in his plans!
"Uh… I… so…"
But the words that followed were nowhere loud enough to make a difference, and the one listening going to give him the benefit of the doubt either.
The black-haired man at the front of the table commanded the most presence. Even though Lewis was the one who made the calls, the black-haired man was like a black hole that pulled everyone toward him.
His lips curled up into a smile.
Unknown to little Ramus, Vincent was a man who had just found water in the midst of the desert.
"Interesting," he said. "You want to fight? I like spirit."
