Why couldn't that bastard have just told Sechs that he was still in Ketheres? And that it was actually Trinidad and all those other planetary higher-ups who ordered Sechs and his team mates to be taken away from the tournament? He just had his brain chip transferred over to a weaker cyborg body to prevent him from causing damage. He and his team were just too good for the Z.O.T. tournament that's all! Trinidad just didn't want them to win! As much trouble as that had caused for Sechs, at least it meant he was that good at fighting. All that made more sense!
Or what about his theory that it was Desty Nova who turned on him and the others? At least that was something Sechs was familiar with. Alita wouldn't have tolerated it either; she'd be sure to get everyone out of the situation and back into the Z.O.T.T.
But this crap?!
Sechs could feel his mind sag from all the words that the other man was throwing at him. It made no sense... And what was this "Gotham" crap that he was blathering on about? All this information was threatening to turn Sechs' already established knowledge of the world upside down. He had struggled all his short life to understand it all. Last thing he needed was a whole new set of problems for him to trudge through! It was all too confusing! The whole thought of having to learn about a whole new world made his head ache.
His brain could barely swim through the thick realty that the other youth laid out for him. The Replica's panicked mind refused to accept it. Like clockwork, Sechs clicked to his own desperate conclusion. No... Sechs was still in Ketheres. He was going to be back in his Fizziroy body and he was going to win that damn tournament! He wasn't stuck in an actual human body in some mental institute! And there was no such person named Martin Landel! Nothing had changed! Everything was going to be back to how it should be and he'd be back to having fun destroying his opponents in the tournament!
The other man was just lying to him! That's it... He was just lashing out and giving Sechs all that bullshit because of the fight they just had! He was nothing but a liar, and Sechs hated liars...
Set on his conclusion, the Replica's stunned expression slowly shifted into a darkened rage that literally masked his face.
"I see..." Sechs answered, his voice dangerously low and serious. "By the way... I didn't catch yer name..."
Re: M55
No... This was absolute...total...hogwash.
Why couldn't that bastard have just told Sechs that he was still in Ketheres? And that it was actually Trinidad and all those other planetary higher-ups who ordered Sechs and his team mates to be taken away from the tournament? He just had his brain chip transferred over to a weaker cyborg body to prevent him from causing damage. He and his team were just too good for the Z.O.T. tournament that's all! Trinidad just didn't want them to win! As much trouble as that had caused for Sechs, at least it meant he was that good at fighting. All that made more sense!
Or what about his theory that it was Desty Nova who turned on him and the others? At least that was something Sechs was familiar with. Alita wouldn't have tolerated it either; she'd be sure to get everyone out of the situation and back into the Z.O.T.T.
But this crap?!
Sechs could feel his mind sag from all the words that the other man was throwing at him. It made no sense... And what was this "Gotham" crap that he was blathering on about? All this information was threatening to turn Sechs' already established knowledge of the world upside down. He had struggled all his short life to understand it all. Last thing he needed was a whole new set of problems for him to trudge through! It was all too confusing! The whole thought of having to learn about a whole new world made his head ache.
His brain could barely swim through the thick realty that the other youth laid out for him. The Replica's panicked mind refused to accept it. Like clockwork, Sechs clicked to his own desperate conclusion. No... Sechs was still in Ketheres. He was going to be back in his Fizziroy body and he was going to win that damn tournament! He wasn't stuck in an actual human body in some mental institute! And there was no such person named Martin Landel! Nothing had changed! Everything was going to be back to how it should be and he'd be back to having fun destroying his opponents in the tournament!
The other man was just lying to him! That's it... He was just lashing out and giving Sechs all that bullshit because of the fight they just had! He was nothing but a liar, and Sechs hated liars...
Set on his conclusion, the Replica's stunned expression slowly shifted into a darkened rage that literally masked his face.
"I see..." Sechs answered, his voice dangerously low and serious. "By the way... I didn't catch yer name..."