Dican tucked his sword carelessly under his arm, humming a soft tune as he climbed the edge of the crater with the ease of someone who'd done it a hundred times. The fresh burns across his coat and blood on his sleeve didn't seem to bother him. He moved like his injuries didn't exist at all.
Behind him came the sound of stumbling footsteps—light, persistent. He looked back.
The boy was still there.
Dican squinted. "Weird… humans are usually scared of aliens, yeah?"
He paused on the incline, turned around, and suddenly made a twisted face, eyes wide and mouth sharp with mock menace.
"Boo!" he barked.
The boy blinked. Then let out a soft laugh.
Dican's brow furrowed. "Tch…"
'I've lived too long in the human world, but I still don't understand their kind,' he thought, brushing dust off his coat. Still shaking his head, he trudged onward.
