Protagonistic Tendencies

[Ryummel]

Marco released a soft chuckle, straightening himself from the improvised seat that the glass fence had offered.

"I was starting to think that these robots had made you become numb. Be gentle, eh?"

He shot a last glance at the girl, who somehow had managed to feel comfortable in the always hostile environment that Malta proved to be for everybody who was taken down there against their will. She already knew it, and would not see Santoro anymore.

"Anyway, we are done for now. As always, it's been a pleasure setting a new business opportunity with you."

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