[ Best to step back, and put himself just out of arm's reach. Why the other host seems to so openly despise him is an unknown variable, but the emotion is there all the same. It sits, heavy and viscous, between them - and he, in his own way, wracks his own mind. Searching for a reason as to why those angry, golden eyes are turned on him now. This host doesn't belong to Castor, no. That's not it. This is something else entirely. ] I don't believe we've really met.
[ Yes, they're bound together as members of the nest, but --
Maybe he can pry the information out of him. Or maybe, if he glances to the datapad, held tight in Aoba's hands... ah. Maybe that's it? ]
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[ Yes, they're bound together as members of the nest, but --
Maybe he can pry the information out of him. Or maybe, if he glances to the datapad, held tight in Aoba's hands... ah. Maybe that's it? ]
You're angry with me. Because of, the tournament?