Warning for child soldiers and murder.

1. Professional

Sayo's quick-soft steps countered his, heavy and long. She didn't question him, hardly ever spoke when he said that he knew where to go. He didn't stop her from following. There was that familiar dead eyed look on her face, the one she had had in Resistor Jungle, catcalling about Light Fang traitors and not really meaning it.

He felt the weight in his mouth and worked his jaw. He spat his gum and fingered his crossbow.

"They died for this," he said incredulously, looking at the sky that was more like a broken planetarium ceiling.

"Not dead yet." Her voice was chirping like birds.

"You left that wound."

"I did!"

"Could try to sound a little less full of yourself about it."

It was oddly comforting, how the children of their home were accustomed to death and war. They accepted, they became a part of things. They were a cog in the machine.

If they lost, they would see a new machine. Or rather, they themselves wouldn't. They accepted this. They all knew this. That was why they had to win.

Sayo hummed, quick soft, quick ease. "Gotta kill them," she singsonged. "I stuck the knife myself, those guys won't do any good to us now. Let's go play the final round."

Koh laughed in her ear. "And then what will we do? Kill each other?"

"Sure!"

They laughed again, together. If only it was a game.

A/N: Just a little meta, that. Anyway, another drabble collection from me. It's the only way I stay sane, honestly. This one is manga and game only to help me survive the bingo. So less freedom here. Oh well.

Challenges: Manga/Game Flash 125 - setting: Chaos Brain, Diversity Writing Challenge I2. a drabble collection of drabbles between 50-500 words (I'm always doing I somehow, mangaverse boot camp 50 - achiever, and gameverse boot camp 43 - activity