[ harmonia-deus ]
They were in the same organization. Grunts weren’t supposed to kill each other, right? They were... They were like a family, right? Kind of. There could be petty arguments, some fights, one punching another in the face... But, ah, a brutal murder by a Hydreigon’s Hyperbeam was something different. Lance knew he was going to get in trouble for it.
But honestly, he wouldn’t even try to hide it.
“Sir? I’d like to say something before weird rumours reach your ears by anyone else’s mouth.”
How would Ghetsis react? He had no idea. But he preferred to say it to his face before letting rumours get worse and worse to no end. He didn’t care about his own reputation. He knew he was just a grunt, not anything similar to other teams’ executives, or part of the Triad or the Sages, or anyone close to Ghetsis.
But he didn’t care. He had done the right thing.
“That piece of trash? I killed him indeed, yes. And I don’t regret it. In fact, I’m proud of it. He didn’t deserve to be in Team Plasma.”
