The Batter paid hardly any attention to Kyleâs comments about his reasons for ignoring people. If he had to say anything, he would say it now with a somewhat casual air about him that had been missing previously. He shrugged, appearing to lean slightly back before he had immediately straightened his back once more. He wasnât too comfortable, he found, lounging against a bench after all â he wasnât very comfortable slouching in general, actually. Giving a small shrug, he lifted his fingers cautiously away from his bat as if he thought it would bite or something and responded, âItâs not very hard when the only people you could talk to only wheezed.â
Again, he was making references towards his own world, but he thought that that was more than enough to give him reason to work more and play less. He was never the kind of guy for âfunâ anyway. He took note of the silence as soon as he had mentioned the usage of past tense regarding the other manâs job. He wondered if he could get away, ever, with calling him a detective even in a mildly joking manner. Shaking his head a little at the thought, he sat and waited in pure silence while, he assumed, Kyle pondered and thought about what to say next. Turning his head, the Batter caught sight of what Kyle had been doing.
His hands were on his knees while his back was in a vague hunch. Overall, there was a somewhat⌠solemn air about the ex-detective that the Batter found mildly interesting. Frowning, he turned away and resumed his seemingly unblinking stare out into the open space while he still heard the occasional gunshot before, finally, things seemed to calm down. He did not comment about it, though. That could wait until after Kyle was done explaining, even vaguely, about what had happened.
The Batter had gotten what he wanted, but he found it slightly odd that the man seemed regretful of what he did. The story itself didnât hold much entertainment value for the purifier, but he figured that that wasnât the point. It was to tell a back-story â a prologue of sorts that would only lead to the inevitable demise of a manâs career. It seemed like he liked having the job he did, too, until that happened. Giving a roll of his shoulders, he swallowed and looked down at his legs in thought.
He almost didnât respond to Kyleâs question, nor did he notice that he was looking at him with a sad look in his eyes. He didnât realize this until he glanced at him, almost being caught off-guard by the unexpected look of pure, raw emotion in his eyes. It seemed minute, but the Batter found it easy to catch and understand because of his sonâs eyes. Biting down on his lip, he clenched his fingers a bit before responding in a careful voice, âYes. I can see why you quit.â He shut his eyes, appearing to be in thought once more before he breathed out a quiet sigh.
âI donât see why youâre regretful about it, though, as it seems like you are,â he said with a frown at remembering what he had âaccomplishedâ with his sacred mission before he was forced into the Hive. âSeems like the right thing to do to me.â
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