"You." Bandit hissed under his breath at the other.
"Ih, Ih, Ih. Hello Bandit, it’s been a while." The fox had a twisted grin on his face, his tail swishing from side to side behind him. Usually he never remembered the names of any Elsen he met. But this one, oh he took the liberty of remembering his name.After all, the Bandit from his file was the reason he still had a Batter to experiment on. “Come to say hello? Or are you here to wallow in your own guilt? Or…maybe you’ll try something stupid. Haha”
"Tch. As if I have any guilt from you, only disgust I ever bothered serving anyone but myself. You’re nothing, never benefited me, really. Just a good while of my time wasted that I’ll never ever get back.”
The merchant Elsen narrowed his eye and leaned against the wall, not showing any fear or other than contempt.
"So you actually grew a spine while you were gone. That or you're not the Bandit that helped me trick that idiot Batter and puppeteer. But, whatever..." Seneca didn't even seem phased by the Elsen's words. He saw no need to be. This was an Elsen, and he was a god. "I'm more curious as to why you're actually here. This is my domain, you should know that. Why come here all by yourself when I could easily shove you into some room and put you through he'll and back."
