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This was as good a proof as any that the event about to unfold here was as Vergo being the traitor of world government, Ian able to have look at the documents before marines decide to burn down the entire place. Ian wasn't sure how should he take this, he doesn't even know what justice means anymore, at least as far as he concerns it has no meaning. It may have some meaning, and it may be that he will have a chance to find out, it may that this word will get rehabilitated to its original meaning. After all, only when it has plenty of time does the justice toy with its people.
At last, there was a little bit of peace. Bounty hunters loaded the body of Monet and Cesar in the ship to claim their bounty in the G-5. While looking, Ian had asked himself if he had really ever been aware of truth this much or if he had merely been having a long dream.
"... This getting to an interesting point," Ian whispered.
When Nero come in front of her to protect her from the attack, but simply from recalling that moment caused such distress that she thought process ground to a complete halt almost immediately. Back when she looked into the maddened eyes of the Ceasar, she predicted her unavoidable death. She felt absolute terror. This was the fate of the prey. At the same time, a familiar scent gently wrapped all around her.
Ah…. When she cautiously opened her eyes and looked behind her. And she Nero standing there, busy glaring with angry eyes at the Cesar while stopping the attack like it was nothing.
It was true that her heart skipped a beat at that moment. But then….
"Why did he made that expression?!" She barely managed to get those words out, her voice had a fair bit of dissatisfaction mixed in it. Slowly but surely, the temperature had begun to drop. And slowly but surely, the remaining light had begun to fade.
"It's over," Nero said. The last traces of the evening sky had almost all disappeared from the sky. The night was almost upon them.
Trying to push back down the anxiety that suddenly began to well up within Miyagi, she put on a smile and spoke to Nero in as cheerful a voice as she could manage. "I hope we could enjoy a scene like that with better settings next time, together!"
"… Maybe" He replied without batting an eye. Miyagi grimaced and looked up excitedly at the sky. A night sky without stars created a serene atmosphere.
"That was quite terrible," She broke out in a smile, like a flower blossoming. Then she looked at Nero and said: "Let's go!" as she starts moving towards the ship, Nero glanced her in the darkness.
Nero had a bad feeling about this. No, this wasn't just a feeling, it was the experience of knowing something is about to happen. From the very start, Nero was a lone wolf. Yet ever since becoming bounty hunter, Nero have been surrounded by different types of people. As he watched these people with a completely different lifestyle from his, he somehow felt uncomfortable. Probably even having thought of questioning his own way of living his life. Nero, have not had any intense, life-changing experiences.
Once, he was involved in some trouble that no one should have been through before he try to face that alone distancing himself from the people more and more. No matter how much he thinks about it, but it was without any point, he knew he could die tomorrow and no one gonna bats an eye. It was neither taught to Nero by someone nor did he learn himself. Even so, he knew if anyone comes in his way, he will be a cold-hearted person who would not bat an eyelid when killing his enemies.
Nero gazed at the sky, "Why he betrayed the marine?" The smile was long gone from his face. He said this with a completely emotionless face.
Nero laughed. It was unclear just how much he was sure about future upbringings. Did he have a plan to carry on, or was he happy to be going by luck either way? Nero's smile was endlessly human, and that was what made him seem so unnatural. He did not hold his breath in the darkness, but let it shine, exhibiting himself unbound by good or evil. His laugh was only the starting point.
It was the beginning of an extremely twisted story.
At last, there was a little bit of peace. Bounty hunters loaded the body of Monet and Cesar in the ship to claim their bounty in the G-5. While looking, Ian had asked himself if he had really ever been aware of truth this much or if he had merely been having a long dream.
"... This getting to an interesting point," Ian whispered.
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When Nero come in front of her to protect her from the attack, but simply from recalling that moment caused such distress that she thought process ground to a complete halt almost immediately. Back when she looked into the maddened eyes of the Ceasar, she predicted her unavoidable death. She felt absolute terror. This was the fate of the prey. At the same time, a familiar scent gently wrapped all around her.
Ah…. When she cautiously opened her eyes and looked behind her. And she Nero standing there, busy glaring with angry eyes at the Cesar while stopping the attack like it was nothing.
It was true that her heart skipped a beat at that moment. But then….
"Why did he made that expression?!" She barely managed to get those words out, her voice had a fair bit of dissatisfaction mixed in it. Slowly but surely, the temperature had begun to drop. And slowly but surely, the remaining light had begun to fade.
"It's over," Nero said. The last traces of the evening sky had almost all disappeared from the sky. The night was almost upon them.
Trying to push back down the anxiety that suddenly began to well up within Miyagi, she put on a smile and spoke to Nero in as cheerful a voice as she could manage. "I hope we could enjoy a scene like that with better settings next time, together!"
"… Maybe" He replied without batting an eye. Miyagi grimaced and looked up excitedly at the sky. A night sky without stars created a serene atmosphere.
"That was quite terrible," She broke out in a smile, like a flower blossoming. Then she looked at Nero and said: "Let's go!" as she starts moving towards the ship, Nero glanced her in the darkness.
Nero had a bad feeling about this. No, this wasn't just a feeling, it was the experience of knowing something is about to happen. From the very start, Nero was a lone wolf. Yet ever since becoming bounty hunter, Nero have been surrounded by different types of people. As he watched these people with a completely different lifestyle from his, he somehow felt uncomfortable. Probably even having thought of questioning his own way of living his life. Nero, have not had any intense, life-changing experiences.
Once, he was involved in some trouble that no one should have been through before he try to face that alone distancing himself from the people more and more. No matter how much he thinks about it, but it was without any point, he knew he could die tomorrow and no one gonna bats an eye. It was neither taught to Nero by someone nor did he learn himself. Even so, he knew if anyone comes in his way, he will be a cold-hearted person who would not bat an eyelid when killing his enemies.
Nero gazed at the sky, "Why he betrayed the marine?" The smile was long gone from his face. He said this with a completely emotionless face.
Nero laughed. It was unclear just how much he was sure about future upbringings. Did he have a plan to carry on, or was he happy to be going by luck either way? Nero's smile was endlessly human, and that was what made him seem so unnatural. He did not hold his breath in the darkness, but let it shine, exhibiting himself unbound by good or evil. His laugh was only the starting point.
It was the beginning of an extremely twisted story.
The End