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"Met plenty of knights before, though I killed them all when they got too pushy."

In other news.

Ah... so that's the problem.

Sinclair can't really fault him for it. He honestly had a bit of a fright when he realized Hohenheim wasn't there anymore, but... apparently it just happens sometimes. People come, people go, and no one really knows why.

It's kind of... scary. It makes him want to hold the connections he's made, as few as they are, tighter.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? You got your own group to get to, and so Do I. the sooner one of us gets out, the better. This life...ain't one that meant to be permanent."

A bigger blow of smoke into the air. Lei Heng is really bothered by all this.

"we got to wait till they get bored of us? Then what the difference then living in the damm city."

Usually it's Sinclair that's getting told to get out of his head and focus on the moment, so it's a little odd to see Lei Heng forgetting his train of thought for once.

"People disappear, and re-appear. Its a cycle of not knowing, and looking at the phone everyday if their still there."

He bites on his cigar, unlit and too early in the morning to enjoy it. After all there was a full day ahead of doing work, and then a nice long hot bath afterwards.

the girl was dangerous, in a way he cannot explain.

Still, the girl was curious, and perhaps if this was the city he would have been more on edge, but this is not and there is no reason to raise his weapons against her for now.

"The city, of course. But not this city."

She sizes up the man for a good couple of seconds, glances to the side to see an officer across the street, then figures it's not worth the trouble to pick a fight in front of the law.

"... Alright, fine. But just once."

She pulls out an old matchbox that looks like it came out of the 1880s, strikes a match and lights the cigar, then puts out the match by blowing it out.

"Ahuh. No fuss no problems. " The cigar looked expensive, and so did his velvet suit. Everything about him looked expensive save for the man himself, who had the face of someone who came from lower class. Like giving pearls to the pigs, they can't remove the toughness and crass of his own status.

Save me some gas from my own lighter."

you are unforgivably cruel .”

that’s funny. Chara laughs. It’s SO funny. They shake their head and sigh.

"And?"

Unbothered, moisturized, completely at ease with a child death even when innocent. He's completely in his zone, unbothered by the definition of children dying. If they can talk, their fine.

So there were humans here who detested automatons. How disappointing. Their pleasant surprise of unquestioning acceptance up until now had been merely good luck.

"IF I HAD, I WOULD HAVE DUG THEM OUT BY NOW."

What a sickening feeling, the thought of having flesh buried deep inside. Hidden away, taunting them of their inability to escape organic life. A permanant disgusting bind to humanity.

"Whew, thank goodness this city is completely different from my old place. Otherwise I wouldn't see something as interesting as you."

"If your all metal, does that mean I just got to pay someone to replace your parts if you get too damaged... that is, if you can fight? I've been really bored lately."

“Wow! You are a fucking creep.”

This guy is super shitty with impressions. Honestly, Chara is tempted to just leave this guy to wallow. But this is their spot. They were here first. They aren’t about to be bullied by some Gen-X jackass.

“My mother would burn someone as rude as you to cinders without a second thought”

"It wouldn't be the first time I killed someone mother. It ain't the last time either." unrepentant killer without check because the one keeping him in check is not in this city right now, and might take a few years to actually get here.

"You really let your mother do the dying for you? how sweet. Just don't end up dying first or your mother would be really sad."

Are you not a grown man? Picking a fight with a child? Because that child simply had the audacity to establish boundaries? What kind of lessons are you trying to impart on the next generation? ‘Fuck you, I got mine’? Is that what you want your legacy to be?

"I'll pick a fight with anything! But finishing it? Nah. Your still a kid at best. I ain't got nothing to lose bad mouthing ya."

"Using words like boundaries.... oh, I thought for a moment you were her kid. Guess not, she would have tried to stab me already."

"Sigh , Miss that lass."

"YES."

The bot's flat tone doesn't imply a question, but the way one eye narrows says that they're suspicious why he would even ask.

"Ya sure, you don't got some hidden meat parts underneath all that? You could be a cyborg or something like that."