Hate was... a rather peculiar thing. It drew people together much easier than love did. With love, there was always an odd man out. With hate, you could form an angry mob of people who could barely look at one another all for one common cause.

Though honestly, Nero would take love any day if it meant he would not have to look at those particular people again.

The Sable had abandoned his uniform. Instead, he was now wearing the standard SOLDIER uniform - one that he'd had left over from a previous mission. The messy black locks were... well, even worse than before. It looked like he'd been pulling at it rather insistently, though that could have been trying to get the skin-tight uniform off and the looser, more combat-ready one on.

The elevator down to DeepGround was well hidden, though he knew it well. He was half-hidden in the shadows, pale arms folded over his chest, glowing eyes alert and ready for the slightest movement.

He had to be going crazy to agree to this... he could handle that old man on his own...

Couldn't he?

It wasn't like he was scared right?

... Right?

It wasn't exactly something the Sable enjoyed, now that he thought about it. He could use his Darkness, and perhaps escape the painful cold that had seeped into his bones and certainly made it unpleasant to go very far. Not that he was ungrateful - he was just a bit cold and was unsure of where exactly he was... Which was usually a bad thing.

With sleeves dangling down to his knees, hidden hands resting on the gun holsters at his hips, the man slunk forward to what he *figured* was the entrance of the town, casting paranoid glances over his shoulder and slinking forward in the shadows. Oh no, the skinny man didn't look dangerous at all - what with glowing eyes, armed to the teeth and clearly being out of place here.

Well, now just to find the boy he'd been talking to.. Hopefully without getting attacked by creatures that may or may not be lurking.