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Leaning against a convenient wall is a well-built man, tossing a large combat knife in the air and catching it by its hilt with ease. He keeps repeating this motion, looking as though he's been there the entire time.
"So... Nexus, is it?"
His eyes continue to follow the knife, not bothering to move towards anyone who might approach him.
"'Heroes'... They're a naive bunch, aren't they? They think they know everything, specifically what's 'good' and what's 'bad'."
He smirks a little before he speaks again, "How can you really tell?"
"So... Nexus, is it?"
His eyes continue to follow the knife, not bothering to move towards anyone who might approach him.
"'Heroes'... They're a naive bunch, aren't they? They think they know everything, specifically what's 'good' and what's 'bad'."
He smirks a little before he speaks again, "How can you really tell?"