[During Break’s spiel, Hayato has turned to watch him. There’s a lot to unpack about all this. There’s so much he’s not sure where to start, but Break seems a patient sort, and he did drop a veritable truck load of things to consider just now, it’s no surprise Hayato’s quiet again.]
[After a moment, Hayato cracks a smile, and addresses the easiest thing.]
I know someone like that, who makes it his job to look after …those of us who have to fight. He always made sure we had somewhere safe to go when we dragged our injured, sorry asses back home.
[He hopes Pops is doing okay, too. If anyone deserves to retire, its him, but Hayato knows he won’t until the last Rider retires, too.]
It’s admirable.
[Hayato takes a deep breath and finally pulls his hand away from the wound on his arm. It’s …nasty to say the least. It might not be bleeding as much anymore, but he’s ripped his skin open, and exposed what was underneath. Fiberous material mixed in with the unmistakable gleam of machinery.]
Where I’m from, there’s maybe a small handful of us who can stand up against what’s currently trying to rip our world apart. It’s always been like that, just us against them. An organization of monsters trying to take control of the world vs a few of their failed experiments trying to hold the line so humanity doesn’t plunge into destruction and despair. We’ve fought for years without resting, because faltering would cost human lives.
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[After a moment, Hayato cracks a smile, and addresses the easiest thing.]
I know someone like that, who makes it his job to look after …those of us who have to fight. He always made sure we had somewhere safe to go when we dragged our injured, sorry asses back home.
[He hopes Pops is doing okay, too. If anyone deserves to retire, its him, but Hayato knows he won’t until the last Rider retires, too.]
It’s admirable.
[Hayato takes a deep breath and finally pulls his hand away from the wound on his arm. It’s …nasty to say the least. It might not be bleeding as much anymore, but he’s ripped his skin open, and exposed what was underneath. Fiberous material mixed in with the unmistakable gleam of machinery.]
Where I’m from, there’s maybe a small handful of us who can stand up against what’s currently trying to rip our world apart. It’s always been like that, just us against them. An organization of monsters trying to take control of the world vs a few of their failed experiments trying to hold the line so humanity doesn’t plunge into destruction and despair. We’ve fought for years without resting, because faltering would cost human lives.