Two months had passed since that fight. Since Acheron had met 'death' for a brief time only to apparently get taken back to the world of the living.
Two months since the battle with that strange, eerily man. So mysterious and bizarre that the Galaxy Ranger couldn't help but search for him during all this time. Normally, Acheron's mind would make her forget of many events she experienced, even ones that could happen weeks or days ago. But just like Penacony, the image of the man, his malevolous grin, their fight and destruction of the fleet, the emotions she felt and the thing she saw on their final clash...It all become permanent in her head like non-flammable photos.
She had to see that person again. The Galaxy Ranger's curiosity could not help but urge Acheron to find him, wanting to know 'what' was he.
Her search had led Acheron to many planets, always looking for clues and asking people if they saw a tall shady man with a grim reaper hood passing by. And following the testimony of the people who did, it made the Galaxy Ranger travel to this planet where she was now. A simple yet gigantic market, full of people walking and making bussiness left and right.
Even in the middle of the crowd, Acheron's oil-paper umbrella stood out, not being a native of the planet possibly calling out some attention amongst the inhabitants. But this was a place full of tourists, famous and known for its traditional and cultural festivities, attracting many foreigners yearly. So if even as a tourist, it wouldn't be like Acheron would feel out of place in the eyes of the local residents. Specially when there was other 'groups' standing out even more.
"Hey-Hey beautiful. Wanna have my number?"
"Stop being a moron!"
"Ow!"
"Our superiors don't pay our saleries to be flirting around! Get back to work!"
A couple of meters away, to Acheron's left, two IPC soldiers were spotted, both doing their assigned task of surveillence around the streets of the marketplace. It appeared that this planet was also in the financial shackles of the galatic organization, doing anything to be on the IPC good side in order to get material goods back. Their branches really stretched long across the universe, making the cosmos seem like a small place due to their almost omnipresent influence.
"..." Acheron just continued walking. With the IPC around, it would be for the best to keep a low profile and discreet, the stunt she made back at Penacony against one of their bosses, Adventurine, probably putting her in a sort of watch or wanted list. Being labeled as a dangerous criminal and being hunt down would be quite bothersome to the Galaxy Ranger. But she was aware of the possible risks she was taking when visiting this planet. The need to find that grinning man were higher than that.
"Will I find him here?" Acheron asked to herself, giving an analyzing stare to her surroundings, giving a good look at the several people around her, taking quick sights of their facial features and appearence. Before going, the mysterious man told her if she ever looked out for him, he'd be waiting. Yet, no sight of him so far amongst the crowd. Perhaps the Galaxy Ranger would have to look on another place than the market.
"Looking for someone, missy?"
Hearing a deep bone chilling voice behind her, Acheron's guard got up as she saw a bigger shadow covering her own on the ground, someone tall behind her speaking. It was him.
"!" Turning around, Acheron ended up getting surprised as she saw that in reality, no one was standing behind her. But how? It couldn't have been her own imagination playing pranks on her now. Quickly moving her head, Acheron's eyes searched for everywhere inside the crowd, believing that the grinning man was still somewhere nearby, not having been product of her mind.
And in a split second, she found him again. The head slightly covered by the notorious grim reaper hood he was wearing, a simplistic smirk on his face as his single cold blue eye stared back at Acheron in the distance, shortly before dissapearing again when two people from the crowd passed by each other, the Galaxy Ranger losing sight from him. But there was no doubt...
"He's here." Moving to the place where she saw him, Acheron begun to squeeze her way through the crowd, gently pushing people away as she walked to the place. As she approached, the Galaxy Ranger's peripheral vision catched sight of him to her right, walking out of the marketplace and into an alley. Acheron continued to follow at a relative distance, entering the narrow alley. Once there, she was able to see him nearing to the other end of the alley. Walking through the darkened corridor, she was keeping eye on the man, slowly approaching him. Until a drunk person bumped into her.
"Look where ya going!"
"Sorry." Acheron responded briefly, taking her concentration and vision off the target she was persuing for a moment. And once she turned her head back to the front, her eyes only got a glimpse of a piece of the man's dark mantle turning around the corner, dissapearing from the alley and her vision. It made Acheron accelerate her step a bit, not wanting to lose track of him.
Exiting the alley and back into the sunny streets of the town, the Galaxy Ranger turned her head to the right, seeing the man who towered above everyone else walking into a pub on the distance. So that's where he was going. Acheron headed torwards the small building, not having much trouble to cross the street and went there as this area wasn't as crowded as the marketplace.
Opening the doors of the pub, the Galaxy Ranger didn't even had to look around for the mysterious man. He was with his back turned at her, sitting at the bartender's table, positioned right in front of her while gulping down on a cold alcoholic drink. As if he was already anticipating for Acheron to show up and see him drink.
"..." Not announcing her arrival or directing any words to the man immediatly, Acheron instead decided to silently walk torwards him on the bartender's table. The pub was mainly calm, with a soft delicate piano music playing on the background, making company to the noises of the Galaxy Ranger's steps as she then stood right next to the mysterious man and took the seat to his right.
"Greetings lady. What do you wish for?"
"Just a cup of water, thank you." Acheron replied to the bartender who kindly nodded at her as he went to fulfill the customer's order, giving a cup of water to the Galaxy Ranger in a matter of seconds.
She took a sip of it, putting the cup back on the table, not even once staring nor speaking with the man next to her. Nor did he. The two staying quiet for a few seconds without paying each other's mind as the piano song continued to fill the air and ambiance of the pub.
"Weak liver?" The man spoke, finally breaking the silence after taking another gulp on his alcohol.
"No. I just like the taste of the water." Acheron replied blandly, taking a second sip of her drink.
The mysterious man smirked a bit. "Eh. Vapid and neutral with no spice. How profound."
"Even the bland things can be considered a flavour. Plus, it does good to your health." Acheron replied calmly and undisturbed, staring at the water lose its movement inside the cup as she put it back down.
"Oh? But you do not strike me as a person who would die for not drinking much water." The man replied, his grin growing a bit more with enthusiasm as he finally turned his head to stare at the Galaxy Ranger sitting next to him.
"Well, neither do you." Acheron replied, also taking her sight out of her cup to stare back at the man, giving him an awareness look, having previous knowledge of what his body was capable of, remembering their fight.
The man chuckled in return. "Touché." He said before ending his drink, letting out a satisfied breath as the liquid was all swallowed down from his throat. "So, how was the search, missy? Enjoyed it?"
"I do not know. I wouldn't consider a search for someone to be 'enjoyable'." Acheron responded dryly.
"But it sure made you spent a good amount of time, didn't it?" The man replied, the smile still on his face, ordering a second drink that was promptly put in front of him. "Kept your mind occupied, boltzing and kinetic." He swinged his cup a bit, the ice cubs jiggling inside. "Definetly better than being empty-headed with nothing to do, right?"
"I am aware of other activities that can make my mind active, thank you." Acheron replied, still maintaining her natural manner of answering him. It was obvious he was trying to tease the Galaxy Ranger.
"Eh eh, sure thing. Roaming around the cosmos. It does sound like a beautiful and endearing thing to occupy time with. Yet, doing the same ol routine again and again will eventually led it to become stale. There's only as much a person can do in a single lifetime. What's the purpose of a travel if it doesn't have a settled destination or goal?" The man told to Acheron, starting to drink from his second glass of alcohol. "That's why you decided to come find me instead. You want something that I can provide. A long lost feeling perhaps?"
"..." Acheron did not answer, drinking from her cup of water, ignoring the grinning man's question.
"Not that I can exactly blame you. Oh boy, that fight did made me feel wonderful." The man said with joy, stretching his arms and laying himself on the back of the chair. "You really made me force my hand even. I almost thought I was actually gonna die for a moment there! And you missy, have my applause for the effort."
"..." The Galaxy Ranger continued to stay silent, once again grabbing her cup of water and about to drink it. "...Hm?" However, Acheron's lips did not met the water, as she had already drank all of it. Oblivious, she begun to stare around the pub, seeming like she was thinking or trying to spot something.
"Hm?" Even the man beside her stopped smilling, giving her a puzzled look to what exactly was all of Acheron's stares for.
"...Where am I?" She asked to the man, legitemately having forgotten where she was.
"Pffffff!" The man in reaction spit his drink out, appaled before starting to laugh almost madly. "Hahahahahaha! You really are a peculiar missy aren't you? Hahahahaha!"
Acheron just blinked her eyes, her stoic face muddled at why the man was laughing. "Uh? What's so funny?"
Wheezing, the man calmed himself down and quieted his own laughter, going back to compose himself. "Nothing, nothing." He told to Acheron, ordering something to the bartender before taking out a cigar. Lightening up, the small fire of the cigar created a weak light that was still potent enough to shine on the man's face, a part of his skin becoming transparent, giving Acheron some visibility of his skull, the deep circular green light on the void of his eye. "You're an interesting fella. That's all." He said to Acheron before taking the cigar off his mouth, the skin going back to its original state and concealing his skull again and the bizarre look.
Before Acheron could tell him something, they heard several noises outside, the light of the pub windows dissapearing, as if a crowd had gathered near the pub.
Turning her head around, Acheron got mildly surprised as she saw countless women on the other side of the windows, all scratching and scrabbling the glass while having heart-shaped eyes, speaking some incomprehensible non-sense as they looked to be madly in love for somebody inside the pub.
"Where did all those women appeared?" Acheron asked, wondering what were they all doing there all of a sudden.
"Tsk. My public in delirium. Can't stop following me." The man said with some slight annoyance, looking at the countless crazy women before going back to his drink.
"Following you?" Acheron raised an eyebrow.
"Yep! The dark side of being attractive. A dooming curse on the unfortunate hot guys and gals." The man wailed dramatically, sobbing. "But oh well...Here's my chest then ya sluts!" He exclaimed with a smile, exposing and showcasing his naked, muscular and well-defined chest to the women outside, resulting in a collective nosebleed and faint.
Not having much reaction at all, Acheron just gave a simple side glance to the man's chest. "Hm, he has a big chest indeed." She noticed without much analysis.
"And like that, the problem is temporarily resolved." The man said, satisfied and smoking again from his cigar.
"Here you have it, sir."
The bartender approached the man, delivering him a small paper cup full of cherry tomatoes.
"Ah, right on time." He said with a pleasent smile. Yet, the problems were far from over.
"Nobody moves!"
Hearing the sound of the commanding voice and the doors of the pub opening, Acheron stared to the entrance to see a squad of IPC soldiers entering the place. "The IPC in here?" The Galaxy Ranger immediatly turned around and lowered her head, focusing only on her cup of water, hoping they wouldn't notice her.
"You really thought you could escape from us, did you?" The leader of the IPC squad speaked as he walked torwards the place where Acheron was sitting.
Sighing, the Galaxy Ranger was about to get up from her seat. She knew it was a question of time until the IPC would find her.
"Looks like we have a winner." The man replied to the IPC soldier, getting off his seat and turning around to stare to the IPC squad in general, much to Acheron's surprise. "I really ain't that good in hide n seek, am I?" He joked.
"You have already caused enough commotion and trouble to me and my men in this town. If you comply now and accept arrest, we will consider shortening your sentence to a few years." The IPC leader-soldier told to the man, apparently he and the IPC here having a thing going on.
"Hmm, but what if in the prison there isn't food I like? What if, I'm not really feeling like going to one?" The man asked, gesticulating and expressing with his arms to the IPC leader-soldier.
"Then you shouldn't have break the law in the first place. This is called suffering the consequences." The IPC leader-soldier replied with a firm tone, not buying anything of the man's talking.
"Consequences? Doing fun hobbies is a crime now? Aww, spare me of it please." The man gave a dissapointed look.
Meanwhile, Acheron kept quiet, listening the conversation. Deducing from her first and previous encounter with this man, it wasn't that hard to guess which 'fun hobbies' he was probably talking about.
"Do not come at me with that crap talking!" The IPC leader-soldier raised his voice, not willing to support the man's antics as he pulled out his gun and approached the man. "Just cooperate and things might end less worse for you."
"Uh, is that suppose to be a challenge?" The man replied, not feeling threatened nor fazed at all.
"Stop with the bullshit and put your hands up already!" The IPC leader-soldier exclaimed, pointing his gun to the man's face.
Acheron could see how there was no hint of fear in the man's face. For she knew what would happen if the IPC soldier fired at his face. How pointless it would be. In contrast, the IPC leader-soldier was starting to look nervous.
The man was aware of this too. In a blink, his eyes became empty and dark with only a small green light staring directly to the IPC leader-soldier, before returning back to normal once he blinked them again. "Look pal, why don't we all just relax and have some drinks?" He said, picking up the cup of cherry tomatoes behind him. "I'll even give you one of these if you want." He grabbed a single tomato cherry, offering it to the IPC leader-soldier.
"Don't screw with me!" The IPC leader-soldier shouted, slapping the man's hand, resulting on the cherry tomato falling off.
As that was happening, another IPC soldier noticed Acheron near the man. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"
"..." Acheron stood silent, not responding nor even moving her head.
"You do look familiar." The IPC soldier begun to take some steps torwards the Galaxy Ranger who hiddenly moved her hand and grabbed her sword's hilt, already knowing what was about to come.
"Now you either shut up or get ready to receive a bullet beetween your eyes!" The IPC leader-soldier threatened the man, losing his patience and posture. The tension inside the pub was rising even more, with the bartender and other customers beggining to hide and cover themselves behind and beneath the tables.
"Uff, you're really going with this, aren't ya?" The man just sighed, rolling his eyes before grabbing another cherry tomato from the cup. "Before you put me in handcuffs, could I at least eat this one delicious tomato cherry? My favourite y'kn-"
"Last warning!" The IPC leader-soldier put his weapon right beneath the man's chin, making clear that he would pull the trigger if the man did not complied.
"..." Staring silently at the IPC leader-soldier for a few seconds, the man changed his gaze to Acheron on his side, seeing that she herself was also about to get into trouble as another IPC soldier was approaching her, noticing the hand in her sword already.
"..." The Galaxy Ranger just stared back at the man. And in that moment, it was as if both their gazes were communicating with each other. A simple message: things were about to go down.
"Well..." Grinning to Acheron, the man's sight returned to the IPC leader-soldier in front of him.
*CRUNCH*
"Then let hell get loose!" The man exclaimed as he quickly bite and squeezed the tomato cherry between his teeth, resulting in one of the arms of the IPC leader-soldier to get shredded and ripped into pieces.
"AARGH! MY ARM!" The IPC leader-soldier yelled in terror and pain, dropping the weapon in the ground as he stared in horror to the place of his missing limb, stumbling back. "MY AR-" His screams were interrupted as he then got sliced in the chest by the man's scythe, knocking him out on the ground.
"The chief is down!" One of the other IPC soldiers exclaimed, weapons already at hand. "We're going to-agh!"
But almost the entire IPC squad was sliced down by a single and swift slash of Acheron's blade, up from her seat.
"Didn't knew they were your haters too." The man replied with a smirk, looking at the Galaxy Ranger.
"They're just a mild inconvenience. That's all." Acheron replied as both saw more IPC soldiers invading the pub, surrounding them and ready to fight.
"Looks like the invitations were many." The man said, looking at the huge number of IPC soldiers around them. "How do you deal with large inconveniences?"
"I suppose the same way as you." Acheron briefly replied, positioning her sword for combat.
"Keh! That's good." The man grinned a bit before also preparing his scythe. "Let's get to cleaning then."
And the fight barely lasted a minute, with both Acheron and the man easily slicing and cutting down the IPC soldiers and units as if they were made of paper. Even if the Galaxy Ranger and the man have only met each other for the second time, with the first one being a fight between them, the two were sinesterly and greatly in sync with each other in combat.
Quickly, the duo managed to clear out all of their enemies, the pub's floor becoming full of defeated and fainted IPC soldiers alongside the broken tables and chairs and other types of collateral damages.
"I-Is it over..?" The bartender asked, trembling in fright behind the desk before seeing Acheron put a small bag full of money in front of him.
"Here. I hope it's enough to pay for the repairs." Acheron told to the bartender. "Apologies for the trouble we gave to your establishment."
Meanwhile, the man was on the background, picking up a damaged phone from one of the unconscious IPC soldiers in the ground. Seeing that it was in photo mode, the man made a pose and took a selfie with it before putting it nicely back on the IPC soldier's hand. "Consider this an autograph. Guard it with love." The man then stretched his arms and let a yawn out, walking torwards the exit and noticing a small group of innocent bystanders all covering behind a table on the corner. "Thank you for coming to see this free spectacle in first row." He said, picking up his scythe stuck on the wall next to the exit. "Until a next time!"
Seeing the man leaving the building, Acheron followed him shortly after, exiting the pub too. Outside, she watched the man smoking another cig, releasing the smoke into the air.
Without even moving his head, the man knew Acheron was behind him. "Still here? And I thought you weren't one for much conversation." He said, staring at the Galaxy Ranger.
"..." Acheron just continued to gave him a stare. She didn't needed to say a word as the man understood what she meant with that gaze.
"Fine then." The man sighed, slightly bothered before dropping the cig on the ground and squeezing it with his shoe. "But let's get a move out of here. We don't want to meet up with our friends again, do we?"
Having walked away from the pub and into another location, Acheron was now sitting on a bench with her umbrella open, with the man standing in front of her, his hood up again, both on a ground floor balcony of another building while covering their faces and being discreet, taking the opportunity a festival was occuring in the streets to blend in with the crowd and avoide the gaze of other IPC troops.
"So, what made you look for me during aaaaall this time?" The man asked to Acheron, putting both hands on his pockets. "Humm, a possible rematch?" He said, entertaining the thought with a sly grin and a chuckle, giving a look to all the happy people, celebrating and partying in front of them. "I do have to say. This place does seem quite fitting for a 'zestful' battle."
The Galaxy Ranger narrowed her stare at him. She knew whatever 'thing' was occurring on his mind, was much likely of heinous nature. But instead of calling the man out on that, Acheron went to make her question to him. "What are you?" Yes. She did not asked 'who' but 'what'. Because when looking at his back, his tall frame, the pitch-dark grim reaper hood of his, the enormous macabre scythe, it made Acheron be sure of one thing. A man he could not be.
"My oh my! Those 'stranger danger' senses of yours don't stop tingling, do they?" The man asked, as if he was already forseeing that question. "But meh, no hard feeling missy. I know my appearence can look...intimidating." He said that last word in a more deep and serious tone before going back to his more relaxed and usual self. "However, you see missy, I am nothing more but a humble traveler, an artist if the missy allows me, who enjoys to spread his interests and talents to every place he visits." The man spread his arms open while speaking in an uplifting and friendly voice, watching the crowd in front of them. "The radiant smiles of the people! The greenful trees! The vast colorful skies with their own heavenly lights! How I love it all! Ah, creation blooming is so 'inspiring'." He smiled with glee, gesticulating with his arms again. "Wherever there is life, I'll be there!"
Acheron didn't go with the man's flow. As if she would believe in a word of what he just said. "Spare me of the enjoyer and humble artist speech. Are you going to tell me you're a good samaritan next?"
"Ooh I could be, you know?" The man replied with a amused tone. "Unfortunately, no one is pure in these sinful cosmos." He faked with a sad and sorrowful sound. "But hey! An answer is still an answer!"
"Not the one that satisfies my question." Acheron replied, not being much in the mood for the man to pull a fast one on her.
"Potato-potato. Answers will always be delivered. Just not in the way or shape you had hoped for. Take this as a life lesson to learn, missy." The man responded, cheeky. "Anyways, passing down the role...and what are you?" He turned around, staring at Acheron. "Wait, I think I've heard of someone like you before. What was it called? Hmm..." The man begun to think, poking his own forehead with the tip of his finger. "A...a Galaxy...Galaxy...Galaxy something...humm..."
"Galaxy Ranger." Acheron responded.
"Ah! That!" The man pointed at her upon being reminded. "To be honest, you do not look like one."
"Hm? What makes you think that?" Acheron questioned the man. And in fact, it was true. She really wasn't a Galaxy Ranger, just borrowing the title and using it when introduced to other people across her journey. A desguise to her true identity.
"Please." The man chuckled, giving a soft look to the ceilling of the balcony. "Everybody has their own secrets." His eyes went dark and skeletish, the two lonely green lights shinning inside as he gave a serious glare at Acheron.
Acheron gave a slightly more hesitant look to the man this time. It was clear he was able to see right through her Galaxy Ranger facade. Perhaps he had deduced that from their fight when they first met and she unleashed her Emanator powers. "Yes, you got me on that. But using your own method, I'm just going to say I'm a 'simple' traveler that roams around the galaxy."
"Hehehe, astute aren't you, missy." The man cackled, looking pleasently surprised how Acheron used his own logic against him. "Fair game, fair game. I see you really are more than meets the eye. By a lot. So..." The man excerised his arms a bit before going back to stare at Acheron. "If you didn't came all the way here to have a fight with me, then why did you searched for me?"
"Because, I want to see your perspective." Acheron replied with sincerity, staring down to the floor for a second.
"Hm?" The man lifted up his eyebrow.
"The way you live. How someone like you sees and perceives life. What exactly makes you feel alive and find joy in it." Acheron explained and clarified her answer to him, remembering of their interactions during their fight. "I want to know, how someone rediscovers the meaning and value of things." She said straight, looking deep into the man's eyes.
Not having much of a reaction at the beggining, it didn't took long however for the man to give a malicious grin from ear to ear, as if he was craving and intrigued to hear that. It only made his thoughts about Acheron being a 'funny' character, become louder. "I see..." Speaking in an almost somber way, the man quickly coughed and went back to a more 'normal' smile. "In that case missy, I think I'm more than pleased to become each other travel companions." He then shrugged his shoulders. "After all, the universe is too big for a lone wolf, right?"
"Hum! You could say that." Acheron replied with some contempt, before getting up from the bench and staring at the man. "I accept to travel together but under one condition: If you, by chance, decide to pull one of those antics of yours the same way you did with the deceased of that planet, I won't hesitate in slashing you down as many times as necessary." She threatened him, recalling how the man resurrected, manipulated and terrorized the poor dead people back at Miseria. If he'd pull something as chaotic or even similar, Acheron wouldn't hold herself back on unleashing her Self-Annihilator powers on him.
"Well, I do suppose I can put a stop into those. For some time." The man replied, giving a side glance. "But otherwise, yes. I promise I won't pull something 'devious'. I swear with my own heart." He told her.
"..." Acheron gave him a skeptic glare, not taking much of his word for granted. But she hoped he knew she wasn't joking with this warning. "If you say so." The Galaxy Ranger said before receiving a sudden tap on the back by the man.
"Great! Another important lesson of today: when on a long long trip, always make sure to bring someone with you! That companion not being either boring or annoying of preference." The man added, proceeding to extend his hand to Acheron. "And another IMPORTANT fact: our names. Can't travel alongside each other and not know the most basic thing about one another, wouldn't you say?" He told her with a nice and friendly smile.
"Eeeeeh..." Firstly looking at his hand kind of oblivious, Acheron's void mind lightened up inside. "Oh! Right. That's absolutely right." She said, accepting the handshake with the man, officializing their partnership. "Name's Acheron. The Galaxy Ranger. And yours?"
"Eish! I have quite some names ya know?" The man replied, beggining to count them out to Acheron. "Grinning Man, The Immoral Bastard, Hornless Devil, The Harbinger of the End-"
"Just...any of them is fine." Acheron said, a bit irked by the man's behaviour. "And he told me to not have annoying companions literally seconds ago."
"Oh, I see." The man replied, looking down at Acheron and giving her a smile. "You can call me Morte."
"Nice to meet you then, Morte." Acheron replied, not smiling back at him and undoing their handshake now that the formalities were over. Or so she thought.
"But that is for friends only." Morte told her. "Hence why, if you aren't friend of mine, then I'm just good ol regular, Morty Johnson."
"There's no way that's your real name..." Acheron said, a drop of sweat falling from her head.
"No, but I'd like if it was." Morte told to Acheron, grabbing a cig and lightening it up before smoking. "Anyways, Acheron, the space and planets now awaits us both. If it is a unique experience of self-discovery you want me to give you, I shall give you so!" He proclaimed highly like a man on a mission before taking another go at the cig. "Eitherway, wanna get out?" He quickly turned around, asking to Acheron. "The faster we get off this planet, the better we don't have to bump into our friends again."
"Same thought here. It's time to leave." Acheron agreed, both her and Morte being on the same page.
"Then let's hit the road!" Morte told to the Galaxy Ranger as the two got out from the balcony and blended in with the crowd. "Got our next planet in mind, Acheron?" He asked her while the two walked.
"Not really." Acheron responded, not having any plannings on what their next destination would be.
"Ah, sailing free at wherever the sweet breeze of the wind takes us!" Morte replied with a chuckle, a smile of excitment. "Surprises are indeed wlecome."
"I suppose so." Acheron said, following Morte in the crowd. "As long as they aren't of the unfavorable type." She muttered, giving a cautious glare at her recent companion in front of her.
There was also another reason for why Acheron decided to now travel along with the mysterious man now known as Morte. And while a huge part of her body and mind was because she wanted to know and explore what kind of perspective Morte had on life and if it somehow help her fight against her own forced nihilistic sense of meaningless, a deep part within her was doing it because she was wary of him. That as a clearly shady and sadistic man, Morte couldn't be left alone, Acheron having decided to brin upon herself the task of keeping a close eye on him and the threatening danger he could represent to many.
And perhaps, even the whole cosmos.
