He gave a short, but exasperated sigh. Of course, he dd not expect a thank you, nor anything else.
But it would have been nice.
What was he thinking…nice was not a word in this woman’s vocabulary. Saving her from the danger that surrounded them meant absolutely nothing.
“‘I’ve finally found you. And you gaze upon me with hatred in your eyes…do you truly hate me so? Am I this much of a nuisance to you?”
He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to smash everything into pieces…
Yet, he remained calm, any sudden movements, and she would have fled before he received any answers.
“I come to you not in malice, I just want to know the truth…”
“I’ve done my research to discover who I am…every time, your name keeps coming up. I’ve given up boxing, my entire career to chase you, and now that I’ve finally found you…what is your connection to me?”
face remains stoic throughout speech, a certain allure to the woman’s cold features. with a kiss of her teeth, full pink lips would then press into a thin line; brows pressed together to express her irritation. this was the most inconvenient of times to be asking all these questions…
❛ …if you’ve done your research you’d know that Mishima Zaibatsu labs gave birth to super soldiers. they were never successful. ❜ she’ll begin, expression difficult to read as eyes fall onto his left arm, ❛ …they strived to create the ultimate soldier; it was ambition that came with no sense of morals. and…judging by that mark, you’re one of the survivors. ❜
arms cross, an exasperated sigh emits from her, ❛ back then i had been captured and forced into cryosleep. they used my genes as part of their experiment; it was something i had only learned of more recently but don’t go thinking you’re my son. ❜
she wanted to make one thing clear.
❛ you will never be my son. we are nothing to one another, got that? i’m only telling you this because you deserve to know and nothing more. that’s our only connection. ❜
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