Kyle sighed. "Okay, maybe I don't seem like a rat," he said as he took another swig of Burning Heart.
"But I sure as hell feel like one."
The man chuckled a bit. "That wakes memories," he commented.
"You are not a rat," the man said. "You are a weasel."
"What's the difference?" Kyle asked with a bit of annoyance.
This guy was talking like he knew Kyle, and that annoyed him.
"A weasel easily gets out of difficult situations," the man said. "A weasel is very good at surviving, and do you know what weasels do?"
"They eat rats."
"You call yourself a rat, but can you think of another rat you have met in your life?"
Kyle's mind went back to the tertiary world.
Yes, there was one person he would call a rat.
In fact, there were a couple of them.
"Yeah," Kyle said.
"Are you like them?" the man asked.
Surprisingly, the first person who entered Kyle's mind wasn't Theodor, even though he definitely was a rat.
