In the dark space, with an old sun shining in the distance, the Dark Arrow moved silently, the glow around it dull, and its speed deceptively slow in the infinity of the universe.
While it glided in silence, the inside was not as calm.
*BANG* "Argh!!"
*BOOM* "Hurgh!!"
*Thud* "Ourgch!!!"
The sounds were coming from an aisle of the ship, dozens of meters from the bridge, and separated by walls, corridors, and doors. Still, Lucas heard everything clearly, and his expression as he sat beside Estrella had a peculiar glow.
As it seemed, nothing could not be vented with a good exercise, whether sadness, guilt, or anger. So what did it matter if a fleshy punching bag had to suffer?
Lucas' lips twitched at the imagined appearance of Jack Schneider he constructed in his mind, before he shook his head.
A pervert did not deserve his pity, and him being alive was actually enough pity already.
