Happy Life
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As for losing control, you can ask those around you who have experienced the same thing. I am a weak person, that is true, but their words should mean more here than mine.
- Agreed. - He turns his head and throws a pleading look at Linshi.
Although, for some reason, the universe sometimes called him the leader, the true co-founder of this suicide squad, without whom they would never have figured anything out, it was the foreigner herself.
- Thank you. By the way, I apologize for immediately switching to an informal way of communicating. It was not due to rudeness, but to fatigue from all this... - turning back, the shinobi nods. - I am a bookworm and have never encountered a combat situation before. But I can stand up for myself. If my body takes up at least one of his actions in battle, then so be it. And... I am very sorry for your friends. Because of this scoundrel, one person close to me died, and another disappeared. I can't just leave it like that.
He looks expectantly at Linshi, then slowly takes off his glove - finger by finger, after which he extends his disfigured hand for a handshake:
- Life has shown that I am not a perfect judge of character, I admit that. And I still don't think that a formal approach is valid enough to learn something meaningful about a person; trust must come from shared experiences. For me, stopping him and possibly saving his girlfriend is more important than disagreements. What do you say?
- To "put up a fight", you probably need to prepare well? - suggested Erika.
- I can't even imagine what might await us there...
- Neferian sorcerers, hordes of zombies, skeletons... Brrr...
- Or he will be alone there, just snap his fingers and the fragments of his soul will leave us...
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
