"…Was there no other way out?"
Taylor rubbed his bruised ribcage, feeling lethargic from the weakening of his cellular activity. No longer were they benefiting from Clementine's overdrive venom.
"Well—" The young man who had appeared with his 'Miss Clementine' patted his shoulder, as if that moment between life and death meant nothing to him. "It was the easiest way out."
Looking at the uninjured, unsullied clothes of this lone adventurer, Taylor frowned. Something about that small smile of his had irked him.
"Who are you, anyway?"
"Me?" The young man tilted his head. "Oh right—"
"His name is Aventine Tidea, the Info-Hunter you should have heard about." Clementine cut the young man off, smacking Taylor on the back of his head.
"Without his guidance, you'd be dead."
"Ugh," Taylor grunted, almost stumbling from the tone that Clementine used on him.
'Info-Hunter?' He thought to himself, taking another glance at the smug young man.
