The Once-ler caught Soma’s glare, feeble though it may be, and quickly averted his eyes to the floor. He hadn’t meant to imply anything with the comment, but it wasn’t surprising that it had been taken the wrong way. Maybe when things settled down he could explain himself.
Right now, though, there were other matters at hand. He sighed at Link’s explanation. “Sounds like we just got unlucky, then.” Understatement of the year. “But you think he’d already attacked someone else too? Wonder why he let you two go.”
Oh, so that’s what he was cutting up his shirt for. The Once-ler grimaced and gingerly rolled up his left pant leg, fully exposing the gash. “I think that’s the worst one, but I also got stabbed here,” he rolled his shirt up enough to show the boy his stab wound, “and had a brush with another blade a little higher up. Don’t think that last one’s too bad, though.”
He changed his focus to the younger boy. “If you’re intending to go back out there, I guess I’ll have to move,” the Once-ler observed. He frowned. “You really sure you want to do that, kid? He’s got knives, and you don’t look like you’ve got anything.” Not that having a katana had done the Once-ler any good, of course.
“What kind of sick guy puts kids in situations like this?” he asked, mostly to himself. The boy, no, all three of them had to be younger than he was when he’d first set off to achieve success. It was just wrong.
no subject
Right now, though, there were other matters at hand. He sighed at Link’s explanation. “Sounds like we just got unlucky, then.” Understatement of the year. “But you think he’d already attacked someone else too? Wonder why he let you two go.”
Oh, so that’s what he was cutting up his shirt for. The Once-ler grimaced and gingerly rolled up his left pant leg, fully exposing the gash. “I think that’s the worst one, but I also got stabbed here,” he rolled his shirt up enough to show the boy his stab wound, “and had a brush with another blade a little higher up. Don’t think that last one’s too bad, though.”
He changed his focus to the younger boy. “If you’re intending to go back out there, I guess I’ll have to move,” the Once-ler observed. He frowned. “You really sure you want to do that, kid? He’s got knives, and you don’t look like you’ve got anything.” Not that having a katana had done the Once-ler any good, of course.
“What kind of sick guy puts kids in situations like this?” he asked, mostly to himself. The boy, no, all three of them had to be younger than he was when he’d first set off to achieve success. It was just wrong.