>>6025325You don’t even bother to mask the steps of your approach. Your boots click and clack against the tile floor as you walk closer to the Stranger, “No, I don’t care that he’s already depleted the Generation One stock, I want every Noble Class Unit rerouted to the HQ. I can hear the fighting from outside, they’re almost here!”
His voice is desperate, “You’re all useless! I should’ve taken the actual nobles instead of your sorry hideout of that city! I Don’t care if you die to kill the old man and get the power back on! Just do it!”
Your gaze is hardened and your glare is fierce, you don’t turn around but you know Marie’s is the same, “Why is this all falling apart?! I did everything right! I followed what it showed me so why am I being punished? Wasn’t I sent here to fix this broken world?!”
He shouts in vain to some unseen God, clearly one not as merciful as the Goddess. Whatever, this farce has gone on long enough. The door flies open at your kick and the Stranger turns around in shock. For a few moments, you revel in his flopping around, much like a fish, before he desperately grabs at a rectangular device on his desk and rapidly taps at it. Seemingly from nowhere a few skeletons appear, though Marie is quick to take them out. It doesn’t stop your advance.
“W-wait get back!” The Stranger exclaims before he realizes it will do him no good, “I-i surrender!” He raises his hands but the device doesn’t leave his right one, “And I expect to be treated with the full rights of a POW, a captured sovereign,” He says. You can tell he’s trying to put on a straight, brave, face but the twitch of his lips and eyebrows, the sweat on his body, and the quiver in his voice betray his intentions.
