♪ dream | 003
"Lord Yuan, there's a message for you."
Yuan passed a cursory glance to his right at the man. He was garbed in a red uniform with a brass-looking helmet, hand up high mid-salute, and face affixed into a look of complete subservience. The Renegade Leader's gaze remained momentarily on him before wandering back down to the pile of papers on his desk. The office itself wasn't that large, and when others were in it, it felt stifling and crowded.
"Go on," Yuan said curtly, not bothering to offer eye-contact.
"It's from a mercenary named Kratos, he wishes--"
Yuan's gaze snapped up. A fiery, intense look of rage had surfaced, seemingly out of nowhere. His lips drew tightly together and he bit back the urge to holler. All the uniform-clad man received was a stiff glare before words were finally an option.
"Whatever 'Kratos' has to say, I do not wish to hear it," he drawled and lowered his gaze again. "Tell him, the next time you see him, that he's forbidden to come within a hundred feet of this base."
"But sir, he claimed it was important business--"
"Are you questioning me?" Yuan snapped, but his anger dissipated after a second. "Nothing is that important. Tell him what I said."
"Yes sir!" A stiff, hurried salute.
"You're excused." And the man hurriedly left the office of his leader.
"Kratos," Yuan growled under his breath when the office was empty. "You think you can make up for everything you've done with a message?" A dark look and a pen smudging on the paper. "Traitors don't deserve to be forgiven, even if they were comrades -- best friends before ."
A pause.
And then a whisper, "Which is why I'm fully aware that I'll never be forgiven by any for what I've done."
[ Yuan doesn't bother turning the device off and instead opts to grumble into the valley his two hands make. His face is hidden by the appendages and there's static. ]