﹥*: ♤ :*+ﾟHe really is fresh then — maybe a couple hours in, if not less. A sliver of pity reaches Dyuu then: he’s been there, he knows the feeling. He remembers when the Borderland took him, when he had been yelling to his agent on the phone: met with a screech that left his ear ringing for long minutes, he found himself in silence, without electricity, and without a working phone. He’d nearly died on his first game too, because he was not certain what he was dealing with, or why. He’d been ill that evening, shaking with self induced stress fever and unable to even keep water down.
He bites the inside of his cheek. Leans against grey concrete of the nearest building. The games have humbled him in a sense: there’s far more empathy to him than he previously thought. This isn’t a world of corporates and assholes, a world where you have to bite to make your way up. Here, you kill or die, or worse. This is literally life and death.
There’s still a few hours to the next set of games. Time to explain — time to rest. Allies are your best bet in this place, for the most part.
Dyuu nods. Gives a small, weak smile, and sighs through his nostrils. ❝There’s lots to be said. I can only help so much❞ A shrug. Swivels on his feet and begins marching away, looking over his shoulder the once.
❝Come on. You either trust me, or don’t. I’m not holding your hand.❞
Two pairs of eyes are always better than one.
Granted, he still doesn’t know if he was a friend or foe, and if this world is as dangerous as he claimed to be, then there is always a chance of being backstabbed in the process. But of course, if Master Libra had taught him anything, it was to always act the way they want to see, hide what he is truly capable of until the time actually calls for it. After all, that was exactly how he remained hidden in plain sight -
Shinya jogs lightly after him: “A friend of mine always said to trust in more than one pair of eyes, after all.”
His switch remains hidden in his pocket, tucked away safely by the weight that he still felt.
Right though, introductions.
“The name is Shinya Kazama, you are?”
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