Trip to The Beach

[Dust]

Dust would address her earlier remarks, but not before the latter. "No. That's the problem, I'm going through a lot of emotions right now and I don't know how to handle them because I haven't had any in 13 years." He explained, trying not to get loud with his voice, but there was a noticeable difference in his volume when he was done. His hand unintentionally squeezed her's a bit. More like he needed help than he was angry with her. "They weren't my friends, because I didn't have friends. I had co-workers, squad members, formation patterns, landing partners, and enemies."

"Shock might have had some compassion for me, for the abused dog of the Russian army, but that didn't stop her from tearing me up on multiple occasions. Drake berated me, he called me Pup no matte how many times I beat him to the ground, he mocked me. Those aren't characteristics of friends." Of course, he never blamed Drake. Drake was in the same predicament as Dust. Told where to go and what to do, and if he didn't. They punished him. Or at least he liked to think they did. In reality, perhaps Lycan was the only one ever punished, because he was canine in nature. Fighting dogs were trained, not born. The training is cruel and torturous, and involved inhumane methods. He was nothing but an asset to them. Maybe a bit more precious than they let on, if they weren't going to let him go without killing everyone involved.

"I can tell we aren't from the same worlds, so I'll explain as best as I can. I'm a contractor. That's my being, not my profession. I have a power that I was not aware of until I was 13. Its not the most powerful, its not the most devastating, but it was enough to warrant my capture and abuse as they shaped me to be a weapon. A emotionless weapon without remorse, before today I couldn't even hate Drake for what he did. I didn't know what loneliness was, let alone what freedom entailed. I only knew logic and instinct." Still, that didn't explain why he felt the need to cry fro him, to grieve his enemy. Up until that last moment, Drake had been his greatest challenge. But not his friend, not until he was dead and Dust could feel pain did it click that he was protecting him.

Dust felt guilty about the ice cream turning into a puddle of chocolate milk in his hand, but he's lost his appetite, he half heartily offered her it. "They were smuggling a weapon out of the country, a caged monster that they planned to use for themselves. I think I remember Shock singing to me, but that could easily have been the screeching wheels of the train. She pitied me.. Felt bad for a beaten dog like me." He said, again, making more sense of the many bandages and scars on his body if you thought about it.