Lord Saethos
Dark Lord of the Saeth
Peter cocked an eyebrow at Sasha. Now, Peter didn't know Sasha from Adam, but the person he remembered encountering back in Atlas City seemed... Different from this.
Perhaps Fang also had its claws in him. That could complicate things in ways Peter couldn't predict. As fun as that could be, he really wasn't in the mood for complicating his life further at this specific time.
"Sheesh, now I feel like a bad omen. First your friend group breaks up, and now I gotta tell everyone that your parent's are getting divorced? Not how I saw today going."
He chuckled a bit while shaking his head as he produced a cigar from one of his pockets. As he lit the thing, he thought of how the Marshal was missing out on the celebratory smoke.
"The whole divorce thing wasn't a joke by the way, kind of a metaphor, trying to help illuminate what's going on in the world. I do apologize for interrupting your painful goodbye with my own stuff, but to be honest, my stuff is kind of... Everyone's stuff." His demeanor became more nonchalant as he began taking in small mouthfuls of grey smoke.
"Tell me something gang... What do you remember about the fight in Anthem City?"
He cast a glance towards the door the general had gone through. Hopefully the General actually gave them the privacy he requested. The Brave had already caused him enough problems.
Perhaps Fang also had its claws in him. That could complicate things in ways Peter couldn't predict. As fun as that could be, he really wasn't in the mood for complicating his life further at this specific time.
"Sheesh, now I feel like a bad omen. First your friend group breaks up, and now I gotta tell everyone that your parent's are getting divorced? Not how I saw today going."
He chuckled a bit while shaking his head as he produced a cigar from one of his pockets. As he lit the thing, he thought of how the Marshal was missing out on the celebratory smoke.
"The whole divorce thing wasn't a joke by the way, kind of a metaphor, trying to help illuminate what's going on in the world. I do apologize for interrupting your painful goodbye with my own stuff, but to be honest, my stuff is kind of... Everyone's stuff." His demeanor became more nonchalant as he began taking in small mouthfuls of grey smoke.
"Tell me something gang... What do you remember about the fight in Anthem City?"
He cast a glance towards the door the general had gone through. Hopefully the General actually gave them the privacy he requested. The Brave had already caused him enough problems.