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After everyone retired, Saiyan got up and walked over to a tree that was providing a canopy above the campsite.  He folded his arms and leaned against the trunk, crossing an ankle over the other as he looked on the surround.  He could barely see anything, making him wonder just how effective a sentry he could be in this darkness.

What. A. Fucking. Day.

Zell let out an audible breath.  So far he'd just gone along with the flow, but finally he had a moment to himself.  In his mind he envisioned his brain with legs and arms, stood with it's back to a crowd of anthropomorphised questions who were like, [i]'er excuse me.'[/i]  The brain was trying to ignore them, but they started walking up and tapping it on the shoulder.  [i]'Can we have some answers now please?'[/i]

To delay having to answer any those questions, the swordsman shook his head, annoyed.  "Those traffic lights were fucking red," he muttered into the night.  "I hope that dumbass gets locked up."

He had a second chance at life.  But it just happened to be in a world that was about to get destroyed unless something changed.  Not much of a second chance, really.  That police chief, Vadim, said he and the others were here for a reason.  Could it be true?  Was this some kind of destiny?  Were they supposed to be the difference-makers?  And was that difference more than just playing U.P.S for this skeleton cube thingy?  More importantly, what were the options here?  He'd told Joji that he was down to kill the Witch Queen - that he had nothing better to do.  His trademark nonchalance.  But even in the short time Peter and Paul had talked about adventurers, some of the famous ones sounded unbelievabley powerful.  Ten times more powerful than Zell's team.  Dante Valeron - the leader of the party; The Good Fight, and chairman of the Council of Heroes - would obliterate those ogres and skeletons on his own?  If that was true, and this same famed adventurer... this same Council of Heroes... haven't been able to help The Empire win [i]a single battle[/i]!?

[i]What the hell are we expected to pull off?[/i]

He eventually went to sit back down on the log, watching the campfire slowly die down.  It all sounded so insurmountable.  But if he wanted this second chance at life, he'd have to fight for it.  He'd have to get stronger - get to the Adventurer's Guild, find out how to get this Source stuff fast.  [i]Whatever it takes.[/i]

For himself.  For his new friends.  For his new world.  But first order of business - delivering this cube.

He stretched and yawned, then cracked the kinks out of his neck.  "Those lights were red," he muttered again tiredly.

A little later, he woke James and Joji for their shift on watch, then lay flat on his back with a hand for his pillow and fell asleep.