(Later that same night)
(Jhon?) Bahahahaha, kid, you really saved my ass back there!
He says as he sips his beer mug by the campfire.
_Maybe, but why are you hiding your strength?
(Jhon?) Hiding? Hiding what?
(Jhon?) You really think I'm strong? Hahahahah.
(Jhon?) Tis' old muscle sack can't even lift stones anymore.
_ You can lie as much as you want…
_ I saw your eyes…
_ It's hard to explain but they didn't have any fear…
_ It was more like regret.
(Jhon?) You're a sharp fella but it wasn't regret nor fear — it was more like distress.
_ Distress?
(Gulp)
(Gulp)
(Gulp)
(Jhon?) Tis' might be the beer talki— (hic) talking but let me te— (hic) tell you a story.
At a long ti— (hic) time ago there was this boy…
He was tall and handsome. His little brother looked up to him every day.
Although life had twisted plans for them.
Their parents didn't care about them in the slightest.
The father — a drunkard.
The mother — a prostitute.
The big brother always took care of the young one and fed him.
The parents never even gave money for them. On the contrary, the father beat both of them every single day…
…
…
(Snore)
_ Uh? Hey, wake up!
(Snore intensifies)
Damn… just when I was becoming invested.
Well, I'll just have to ask him in the morning…
Huh? He's still holding his beer mug.
(Takes beer mug away)
(Lays him down)
Well… off to sleep. Tomorrow… I feel like it's going to be a huge day…