Damon cleaned off the blood on his dealer's hand, pushing his body out of a gouge in the ground.
He took a deep breath of the fresh forest air, looking up from the deep darkness. His eyes narrowed at the soft sounds of flapping wings above.
"You could have just pulled me up."
Abellona, flying a few meters above him, smiled coldly.
"I could, if you paid one million zeni. It's quite cheap."
Damon scoffed, his expression filled with indignation.
"You have no shame. You're supposed to be the princess of this great country, how can you be so cheap and small-minded..."
Her eyes twitched. What was he even talking about? Where did he think she learned this behavior, this was how he treated her.
"You have the gall to talk of shame when you expect me to pay five billion zeni for a glorified tag-along."
Damon rolled his eyes. He didn't have time to argue with someone so morally bankrupt.
Though objectively speaking, he had started it. But so what? He was a pride-less person.
