Looking at his brass pocket watch, in deep thought. "(If I wanted to, I could go to any alien world I pleased. I'd just have to know where I'm going... Just as long as it doesn't have any god damn Arlians.)"

"(...Oh, I wonder if Sangheili exist. I'd already be a few steps ahead learning about them. I've killed a lot of them in Halo. .... .... I shouldn't mention that. I may have to make it so that I never played that game.)"

Nerran's been doing his own share of training, ever since Kohlra left, and he had that weird dream. While improving his physical stature, he's also taken lengths to improve his mental state, and to better control his ki. Nothing trains the mind better than darkness and solitude.

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"I'm switching back to the sleeveless jacket. That outfit was nice, but even I'm not fucking stupid enough to wear that in this weather."

...Looking at himself in the mirror. "(...God, with the muscles I got on me now, I look like a jock in this outfit.)"

Walks onto the TL with a black and white revolver in his hand, spinning it around with ease. It also has a skull on it. "This is now one of my prized possessions."

He's still spinning it around. Even letting it fly from behind him over his head, then catching it with his finger.

Walking over to Zander Cosmos., revolver spinning in hand. "Zander. Look at this thing." He's showing it to him, it's a plain black and white revolver with a skull etched onto the surface.

He's done nothing but spin this cool little revolver around ever since he's got it. Well, of course he's trained as well, but he's so fixated on this gloriously simple and powerful weapon that he just can't help but try and look cool with it.

"I've always found it funny that are enemies think of us as heroic paragons. If I had a more outgoing personality, I'd have laugh my ass off for every time someone assumed that of me."

"The people I killed in my youth, I killed for my own benefit. Some were innocent, some had it coming. No "heroic" thing I do will make my kill count lower. Maybe I'll wear a sign that says "I have killed people" so others know what to expect."

"I think that's more of a "you" thing than a "me" thing."

"At the end of the day, if there's not a place for someone in my life, whatever happens to them happens, and life will ultimately continue on."

"Things are a lot easier for me that way. It makes for less confusion. But no matter how straight forward I am, some continue to confuse things about me."

"(Zanwell wants me to help Jaeken...but how am I supposed to help him? Who knows if he'll listen, even if I do beat some sense into him. But then again, he's always gone about how fighting can eventually lead to understanding...who knows if he'll want to understand me.)"

"(But if what Zanwell says about him and his mental state is true...then I'm not the one he should be understanding.)"

|| Gonna do this shit, like for a diary entry. Need to get in that mood.

Summoning his dual bladed weapon, splitting it into two and doing some practice swings. He hasn't put this to much use, yet. When you can punch everything to death with confidence, weaponry becomes a little...unnecessary. Perhaps he'll start using this more.