"So Hector didn't kill the old bastard..."
Cedric, having returned to the Tribe, appeared somewhat dull, seemingly a side effect of curing cyberpsychosis.
His Prosthetics had been completely replaced with basic functional Prosthetics, no longer capable of combat.
"Are you disappointed?" Navi sat beside him, debriefing him on recent events.
"No..." Cedric shook his head, "If it were me, I would have definitely killed that guy, but I know that old Hector would never do such a thing. The old Clan Leader chose him as his successor for this reason.
You don't know what he was like before he took action; he would always think for a long time. In my opinion, he's capable at what he does, but when it comes to killing..."
"You think he should be more ruthless?"
"No." Cedric shook his head again, looking rather disheartened, "I now understand what the old Clan Leader meant."
Putting aside the story of what happened and what he went through.
