"Hello. I am a new member of the Freedom Fighters. I wish to see you, Jeophrey."
"...."
No response.
I should have expected this.
I know he is inside, which means he intentionally chose to ignore my words.
As for why I am being so casual, not even addressing him with an honorific, it is simply due to the culture among the Freedom Fighters.
Everyone is considered equal.
Only in battle or in necessary situations is hierarchy enforced.
Thus, I may call Kalaluta by name.
And he addresses me as his brother, or Knight.
It makes things easier.
"I really need to see you, Jeophrey."
"Go away." He finally speaks, his tone utterly dismissive.
It doesn't contain an ounce of anger or even emotion. It's almost like he simply doesn't care about an existence such as myself.
"I can't hear you."
"I said go away!"
"I really can't hear you. I'm coming in…" I laugh to myself as I step into the tent, disregarding his obvious intent.
