Ethan kept walking, his mind racing.
'Damn old man, why are you talking to me now? I've got people around me, how the hell am I supposed to respond?'
"You just called me an old geezer. Want me to send you back to your previous life?"
Ethan froze.
'Wait… he can hear my thoughts?!'
"Try calling me that again, you little brat."
'Old geezer old geezer old geezer! Ethan chanted in his head with amusement.'
"You—!"
'What?" Ethan asked, completely unfazed by the supposed threat.
"You've got guts, kid. I'm asking you, did the Ninth Division contact you?" Morzan finally calmed down.
"I ran into a recruiter. You know about the Ninth Division?" Ethan responded mentally.
"Of course I do. How could I not?" Morzan's voice carried an unmistakable grudge.
Ethan caught on immediately. "What, you got beef with them?"
