It seemed like Aerrow was finally starting to think like a realist.
Idealistic twits were so very annoying.
His questions were becoming more shrewd.
"Who taught you to fight?"
It didn't necessarily mean Dark Ace was ready to answer those questions, though.
Dark Ace curled a smile and leaned back against the wall. "You know," he murmured, disregarding Aerrow's inquiry with a tilt of his head. "You're still a lot like him…"
He laughed. "And he taught me… a lot."
"Who?"
Dark Ace stopped laughing in favor of a direct stare. "A memory." He turned to the window. "That's all."
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100