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"I would be surprised if Artur didn't want to move out immediately after meeting up with us." Artea rolled on her back as Neil joined her on the grass. Which felt rather, awkward. But she figured the Lancer wouldn't try anything he'd regret.

- "You're lucky though..."

The female thief raised an eyebrow, lucky? How so? Though Artea had little time to ask a question, as Neil somehow felt the need to rant on a little back-story of his time before he joined 'The Red Wolves'. She'd interrupt him, but didn't. It couldn't hurt to learn a little about Neil's past. Even if that supposed past was just him telling a story which he only remembered vaguely...

Artea kept herself silent for a few moments. Did Neil attempt at teaching her something? Or was this his usual, bragging story telling? It didn't feel that way though...

Finally after some time, the Vice Captain spoke, and turned her head to see Neil staring at the clouds. "So, you telling me that a hero's death is worth less then a cheat's life. Does that mean you wouldn't want to die a hero?" The thief gave a soft, silent sigh before turning her head back to face the blue sky.

"You can't really blame someone wanting to do good, even if that means dying in the process." Artea reached for one of her throwing knives on her belt, and started to spin it around in her right hand. "But, I suppose we all have some expectation of ourselves, don't we?" The female thief carefully slid her left index finger around the sharp edges of the knife. She didn't know why she just said that, it just rolled from her lips.