Eight nods. "I'm...glad to hear that. I don't want to fight you either."
This guy seems...naive is probably the word. Actually, he kind of reminds Eight of when he first tried to ingratiate himself in Squid society, totally unsure what was expected of him or how to perform it. A life of fighting just doesn't prepare you at all to live in a city. Even Jack being able to speak the language and having his memory, two things Eight didn't have back then, doesn't seem to be making it easier for him.
Eight decides to leave the admission of being bad at lying exactly where it sits. But the other thing...
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This guy seems...naive is probably the word. Actually, he kind of reminds Eight of when he first tried to ingratiate himself in Squid society, totally unsure what was expected of him or how to perform it. A life of fighting just doesn't prepare you at all to live in a city. Even Jack being able to speak the language and having his memory, two things Eight didn't have back then, doesn't seem to be making it easier for him.
Eight decides to leave the admission of being bad at lying exactly where it sits. But the other thing...
"What's an angel?"