"Kodya, why do I always have to be the one to die." Gyrus looked up at the timer. There was only about 30 minutes left and Gyrus was not looking forwards to having to reset again.
Kodya turned to give Gyrus a familiar demeaning stare. "Listen kid, I've died a billion times in this place before I found you. Suck it up."
Gyrus couldn't fathom how Kodya became so edgy. He just couldn't figure the guy out. Every time Gyrus attempted to reach out, Kodya's cold nature bit his hand.
Kodya noticed the boy's frustration. He felt guilty, but also knew that he couldn't afford getting close to Gyrus again. He had to shake the weakness out of the kid. He decided to make a bet with him.
"Ok here's the deal. We'll both race to that rock over there." Kodya pointed to a purple rock about 200 meters away. "Looser gets stabbed. Plus, they will have to be the one to reset every single time from now on."
Gyrus reacted poorly to Kodya's wager. "I didn't mean it like that... I don't want you to die in that way everytime! Why can't we take turns!?"
Kodya snickered. What a naive asshole this kid was. "You really don't think I'll win?"
Gyrus stepped away from Kodya, repulsed by his ruthlessness. "In that case deal." He had no more sympathy for that convoluted prick.
His violet iris' glistened with a determination which Kodya recognized. He turned away.
"Don't even think about using your jump boots, cheater."
"... fine."