Freya realized that following in on the history lessons might have been a good idea, after all. Instead of spending his time prowling for prey in the forests, with a gun capable of blowing the minds of any careless person away with just a single flick of the trigger. With his grip gently placed around the hard metals, his eye peering inyo the gun's scope while the adrenaline of the hunt coarsed through his veins, washing all thought away. Freya quickly shook his head, discarding these thoughts before they got to him again. Seems like he'd lost a bit track of the conversation, so he shrugged. At the leastit may seem like he caught onto it all. [color=bc8dbf]"I don't think I'm cut out for heroism. But when you have no other options.."[/color] He shrugged again, remembering that it was either joining them or lifetime imprisonment with risk of execution. In other words, no real choice.

Yup, more and more names of old heroes that only vaguely triggered a memory in Freya. He definitely should've attended more history classes. But oh well, he had a legitimate reason not to. [color=bc8dbf]"I see."[/color] Not really. But Leon didn't need to know that. 

[color=bc8dbf]"My only magic tricks is making delicious food out of freshly hunted big game. I don't know anything about the stuff you people do." [/color] Truth is, he didn't even know about magic until very recently, and he wasn't sure if he believed in it still, [color=bc8dbf]"But since you know who I am,
I suppose you know what I'm capable of as well. And none of what I can require magic." [/color] Atleast from what Freya knew. He didn't know that his eyes were a magical gift of his own, and not something everyone had. Seems he should've been present in biology class as well.