Secret Identities
After flying blind for 5 days straight, I returned to the river bank, only to meet a shellshocked Atlas and Fiends, grouped up in front of the Andromeda, listless.
My first reaction to this was ‘Eh? They’re alive agent?’
Of course, the cheeky bastard replied with a ‘I never said they were dead.’
Almost causing an argument in the air, but I needed to remind myself that no one else could hear the agent. Having an argument with it would simply cause everyone to look at me like some kind of madman.
I descended next to them and put on my most relieved face.
“You guys are al-!”
“Was it you!?”
Stopping my movie-perfect reunion shot, Atlas and his fiends glared at me.
“Eh?”
“Did you consume all the souls we kept locked up, damn it!?”
Ah… well fuck. I’d been caught red handed. Best way out of this was to tell a little white lie, I guess.
“N-No.”