“God! How long is this passage really? We’ve been passing it for over 5 hours already, my whole body feels sore”. Dickson grumbled as he angrily kicked a stone lying at the side with his new prosthetic leg.
“I’ve not even had my bath, gosh, I can literally see the odor oozing out of me materializing physically. And I’m damn hungry already”.
“You’re not grateful that we didn’t encounter any exobeast. Sometimes, I feel that your brain is filled with mud”. Clark quickly shot at him with words.
“With those clumsy legs of yours, you really think that you can fight. I already told you before, if we encounter an exobeast and the going gets too tough, I’m abandoning you without hesitation”.
“Yeah, I know, how many times will you repeat that? Who needs your help?” Dickson replied sarcastically.
“Haha, what a joke. I can’t believe I’m hearing that from the one who cried on realizing that he survived after being saved by me”.
Dickson was shocked. “You knew?”