his guard and his goaler
8.
'You're avoiding Playmaker,' his father noted. 'Is that wise?'
'I can't help it,' Ryoken admitted. 'I can't share many things with him, but he is my friend regardless.'
'Will you fight him?' his father asked. 'When the time comes? For that AI he's gotten a hold of?'
'Yes.' Because that AI could destroy humanity, and was the real reason his father had been forced into near death by SOL technologies. 'I dragged him into this… but I can't let him ruin this.' Not again, was the unsaid part of that thought.
His father frowned. 'I'm sorry,' he said. 'I was narrow-sighted in my attempt to save this world. I too those children to be sacrificial sheep and I allowed myself to become a sacrificial sheep as well. But we cannot allow those AI to rampage around this world. They must be stopped.'
And so they tried. Genome fell. Baira fell. Faust fell. Spectre fell.
And at the foot of the Hanoi Tower, Playmaker and Revolver met.
