“From the looks of it, you’re…” some pompous looking teen rubbed his chin, narrowing his eyes in scrutiny, “..a soldier, right?” He laughed, clapping his hands once he made his oh-so-smart guess. Like anyone couldn’t tell the first time; or maybe he was just being sarcastic.
“So, what’s your story?”
Deo lightly tilted his head, grinning. The strange pupils of his eyes seemed to grow in small curiosity. “I’ve seen plenty like you, watched stories like yours unfold. But what I’m more interested in is..” He trailed off, the grin turning to an amused smile.
“Your reason. Your motivations. Y’know, your driving force.”
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