Thread: Ruin And Rebirth (Mech Pilot and darkangel76)

The hybrid watched the exchange between the group he had just rescue, with a mix of uninterest and pity as he used the bosses' shirt to wipe of the blood out of his knuckles. Normally he wouldn't care less about it, but for some reason, once again something akin to a feeling stirred up inside him. He felt... bad for the girl. That was the only way to describe it. He wasn't used to being moved by irrational sensations, and for some reason, it was happening a lot on a single day. It seemed they blamed the very presence of the blonde girl as the reason for such situation, although the half-alien seriously doubted she was the reason for it. They would get jumped anyway, for whatever reason those guys could find. Do they really needed take it out on her that much? The poor girl was sobbing. Thank the girl. She's the one who saved you. - the hybrid stated, while looting the corpse of the last enemy. Luckly he found some extra ammo on him. Twelve bullets for the six-shooter. He took the gun as well. - I had no reason to intervene. He watched as the girl went back to his bike, and stood once more, reloading the gun. For a minute, he considered if he shouldn't just take those three out for being so selfish, but decided against it. It was human nature, as he had been taught. Scared, selfish animals, always seeking something or someone to blame when things went wrong. Still, for some reason he didn't like to see the girl sad. She was worried for them before. In panic, but she came back for them, when she could just keep running after she was rescue. She brought help, but there they were, blaming her for something that perhaps was completely unrelated to her presence there. He decided to ignore it, though, as the big man once again adressed him. You shouldn't be so harsh to her. These guys were probably planning on doing this for some time. Gutless cowards like this cunning lot doesn't decide to enter fights on a whim. - he vouched for her, although he saw no reason to do it. Anyway, he believed it was like that, even if unaware of the whole story. He shrugged, as if it didn't mattered if anyone believed his words, his red eyes piercing the taller man from behind his shades - I have no need for the oranges, though, I'm just here for the water. Can you take me to it? - He asked politely, going back to the bike where the girl cried. The traveller looked at her as he took the empty black gallon where he stored his water, which was completely empty by then. The girl seemed pretty shaken up from what was happening. She probably had been well shielded from reality up until that point. And the fact that no one was actually supporting her seemed to make everything even harder for the blonde, delicate girl. Before going away, he adressed her. Take care of that back pack for me, will you? - he asked, offering a white, clean handkerchief for her to wipe her tears with. He felt the need to say more, and was unable to hold it in. - Look. I don't know what really happened. But I'm pretty sure its not your fault. So, hang in there, alright? - and then left, following the man called Harry to the water source, thinking about those strange fellings that were assaulting him. Were those people really friends? They really didn't look like it. Not the way they were treating her.