After that time , and those first moves, we slowly, very slowly, but surely started to interact more. Pyro came more often beside me, when it was about defending. We realized we made a good team, and they started to spoke to me more. I realized we were okay, but somehow they tested me. Not once I noticed they were playing with me, testing my patience, and testing how smart I was, or how much I could play along with their game. I needed to realize the staring was a little game too. They waited for me to make the first step, they waited for me to react, and me, instead of getting annoyed, and shout at them, I patiently, slowly approached them. The first time I knocked at their door, I just stared at them, then I apologized I disturbed them, and went off. Then I never got frightened, and disgusted, or angry, that they stared. I actually got used to it.
After a time they dared playing more dangerous games with me, as pushing me forward at the enemy, or blowing flames real close. None of the occasions I showed them how angry I was, since I wasn't. They also had sick humor, smearing blood at me, or playing with other's organs. They once ripped a heart out of a spy's chest, and played as if it was a bird, or something, throwing up, making it fly. It was so sick, and strange, I felt a bit like throwing up, but I just laughed, and it seemed my reaction impressed them. Then they walked, and handed me the heart, and I just accepted with a twitching smile, thanking. It seemed such an important gesture to them from my side, they started to actually be friendly with me.