To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
"This guy…" Leon muttered under his nose as he glanced over his shoulder back at the mercenary leader.
It took Leynel only a few moments after Leon escaped into the darkness to start a conversation with Natalye. And judging from the rapidly changing moods on both of them as their discussion prolonged, Leon could pretty much guess was the two of them were discussing.
'I guess I will really have to go through with an identity change,' he thought, squinting his eyes before turning around and leaving the direct vicinity of the gathering.
'While there should be no problem with the two of them exchanging information about me, I can't build anything on the basis of the persona I formed so far,' Leon decided as he walked back towards the mercenary camp.
'Or maybe I should just ditch them and go on my own from here and out?' A sudden idea popped up in Leon's head, forcing him to stop in the middle of nowhere.