Talk:Abandoned Industries/Old Warehouse/@comment-3560733-20141227231256/@comment-3560733-20150113071940

The pilot eyed Akane in the face for a moment and gave a soft smile. The smile was quickly replaced by a sneer as he spat in her face. "You want to cause me pain, child?" he called out, turning to Shyo, "You don't know the meaning of the word. I will NOT return to the Wastes; I will die before then. And if you're so sure fear of pain will entice me, let me prove you wrong." Still tied to the chair, the man began to wrench himself back and forth, twisted and pulling at the ropes with his arms. In just a moment, an audible snap could be heard and a shallow groan could be heard from the man. His right arm went slack, the bones in his bicep very clearly broken. He stood to his feet and pulled his dangling arm from the confines of the ropes followed by his other arm and whispered just audibly enough for those near him to hear, "I will die, before I return to the Wastes. You children know nothing of the horrors there and your meaningless threats, petty bribes and vain attempts to win my trust will get you know where." Upon finishing his statement, he sank back down into the chair and winced in pain as he gripped his right bicep.