[This is... A Lot. And a whole lot is missing here too. Like things are censored. Is that because Molly's freshly dead?
The corners of Bradley’s mouth lift. His smile, dangerous and yet innocent, has a childlike purity to it.
"When you say got strong, does that mean you weren’t strong from birth?" Akira asks.
Bradley reclines on the couch in his room, whiskey by his side. "I wasn’t weak, but I wasn’t strong either. There’s terrifying fellows all over the North, you see. I beat them down one by one, ate their stones, and became stronger. I take pride in the fact that my existence used to be that like that of a worm. Even though it sounds good to have never lost, that’s just flimsy. Whether you only ever lose, or only ever win, that’s the same as being enslaved. I’m a fugitive. I’ve torn down the cages of my own fate many times over. That’s why I like people who try and break free as well. Like the Southern tiny. It’s in his eyes. If he worked hard, I think he’d become a good bandit."
"I-I don’t think we’d want him to be a bandit....." The other man's voice wavers, worried but somehow inerested. He leans forward with a smile. "Thank you for today, Bradley. I’m glad to have heard so much. Can I just ask one last thing?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think I can become someone like that too? Someone who breaks free from the chains of fate."
Bradley cocks an eyebrow, laughing in amusement. Suddenly, he reaches out casually to grasp Akira's chin, giving it a light shake, before letting go.
"You don’t become, you go and be. Pre-determined fate? That’s bullshit! If you have the will to fight, no matter when, I’ll teach you how."]
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The corners of Bradley’s mouth lift. His smile, dangerous and yet innocent, has a childlike purity to it.
"When you say got strong, does that mean you weren’t strong from birth?" Akira asks.
Bradley reclines on the couch in his room, whiskey by his side. "I wasn’t weak, but I wasn’t strong either. There’s terrifying fellows all over the North, you see. I beat them down one by one, ate their stones, and became stronger. I take pride in the fact that my existence used to be that like that of a worm. Even though it sounds good to have never lost, that’s just flimsy. Whether you only ever lose, or only ever win, that’s the same as being enslaved. I’m a fugitive. I’ve torn down the cages of my own fate many times over. That’s why I like people who try and break free as well. Like the Southern tiny. It’s in his eyes. If he worked hard, I think he’d become a good bandit."
"I-I don’t think we’d want him to be a bandit....." The other man's voice wavers, worried but somehow inerested. He leans forward with a smile. "Thank you for today, Bradley. I’m glad to have heard so much. Can I just ask one last thing?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think I can become someone like that too? Someone who breaks free from the chains of fate."
Bradley cocks an eyebrow, laughing in amusement. Suddenly, he reaches out casually to grasp Akira's chin, giving it a light shake, before letting go.
"You don’t become, you go and be. Pre-determined fate? That’s bullshit! If you have the will to fight, no matter when, I’ll teach you how."]