2 hours later.
With Osprey seemingly out of the equation, a dirty tactic by the President caused Mr. N to lose one of his five most valuable fighters. With the presidency battle in four months, it's only natural he's angry.
But isn't this a bit too quick?
Liam and Siegfreed are on the journey to Italy via plane.
The pilot, Nulln, speaks up."Aren't you two being a bit too nonchalant? You lot bored?" He glances back at them.
Siegfreed grabs the right side of his chest."My heart is literally beating out of my chest. I've never been in a private jet before."
Nulln sighs, thinking to himself, She's faking it. She's holding the wrong side of her chest.
Liam sits in the private jet, relaxed, his hand on his face, bored. With music playing in his ears, he sighs like a grandpa.
A few minutes pass. Siegfreed is seen gorging on food while watching NewTube videos.
Liam, showing visible disgust:"Don't you think you're going to get a little chubby if you eat like that? I'm recommending you to be a fighter to Mr. N. You'll need a diet."
Siegfreed:"HUHH, chubby? I mean… only in the right places."
Liam scoffs."Gross."
As the plane is on autopilot, the pilot sits in the cockpit listening in.
Slicking his green hair back, he looks backward, his glasses a neat fit on his face."Freya? I heard you were a specialist. Even so, aren't you scared food like that will affect your cardio?"
They respond with their mouth open."What do you know about fighting?"
The pilot's face goes blank.They don't know who I am…?
Liam agrees with the pilot, stating:"You know what you're talking about, but evidently Sig doesn't care about cardio or durability. I keep telling them to train those parts too and not just focus on their abilities, but—"
The pilot nods, not being able to hear Liam's whispers. He simply responds in the middle of his sentence:"Right."
Siegfreed, concerned, however dials back the subject."Wait, recommending me as a fighter? You want me to aid that madman in his presidency battle?"
Sig points his fork at Liam, saying:"I thought I'd just be like your lieutenant or something? Since you're going to get Rank 2. I don't want some weird bitch hugging your arm as your secretary, giving you blowjobs in your office while you cheat on me."
"Or force me to watch in some weird, twisted romance." Freya lets out a small sigh of arousal.
Liam ignores the blatant sexualization, simply staying on topic."You're too strong for that. You're more than a lieutenant. You have the power to change the world."
Siegfreed whispers, trembling a little."Even with my weapon, I just… don't see it, lol."
Liam doubles down."You need to learn to respect yourself. I know you don't have any grand ambitions because you see so little in yourself. Trust me, I understand—I'm the sam—"
Siegfreed's heart breaks at the words. The rest of Liam's sentence fades into nothing as his mind blanks it out completely.
Liam continues:"The reason we get along is because we're both abnormally powerful people, given gifts we don't wish to use because of our mental state. But the reality is, we already have them. If we're not going to take our own lives, we might as well make use of them."
The pilot pouts his lip and nods in approval, impressed and even somewhat comforted by the words himself.
As Siegfreed starts to shake, they take a deep breath in an effort to calm down, forcing a smile.
"Easy for you to say. It's easy to be that positive when Mr. N has you on the right medication. You can afford to think like that."
Liam's eyes widen slowly, a disappointed smile forcing its way onto his face.
"Right."
As Liam's eyes hollow out, I guess it really is the medication, not me. I wouldn't be functional without it…
Maybe I should go back to Mother.