His transformation into a half-youma had seen a very firm end to that notion, not that Wardite had ever favored book learning. He had, when he had been fully human, preferred to party and run with the wrong crowds. In the end - his own ambitions had cost him some of his humanity - but really - he saw it more as a benefit and not a loss.
What had Leucite said? Oh right, now his outsides matched his insides. That was rich coming from him - after the beat-down he'd given Wardite and his partner in crime after they'd been promoted and all. He'd all but put his boot on their neck for all the freedom they had now. I.E. NONE.
He was still trying to figure out a way to get around it - and that was the hard part. Who would be willing to back a captain as he attempted to wiggle out from under the thumb of his commanding officer? Few, and fewer he guessed. He huffed out a sigh and squinted out into the evening, trying to see if there was anyone he recognized down below that he could scare the ever loving s**t out of and at least have SOME level of entertainment tonight. If nothing else drain a bit of energy for his quota...
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