Hmm... Thinking about it, we should do that again sometime, Albel. It certainly livened up my stay here.
He reminds me of Venom, in a way. It's... Unnerving. Venom, however, was a waste of time who couldn't realize when he was making a mistake. But it's that same arrogance and absolute certainty he displays about being better. Superiority that he can't quite back up. Seems like he's denying something. Or like he's trying to hide something. For the sake of security... Hm. He has that one thing that he's so fiercely defensive about. I can only guess that it's the reason behind everything.
Venom was a bit broader, though... Not like him. Funny that I'd take note of that, but combat's an art. He's lithe for a man, almost effeminately slender. He's fast, too. I've dealt with faster, but he's nothing to laugh at. Wherever he's from, I wonder how he ranks among the fighters.
I think I might just need to find a steady sparring partner, on that note. Moving on is one thing, but losing my touch? Entirely another. I can't neglect myself, after all.
Also, I don't understand how Jam can wait tables; it's almost intolerable.