[ It's one thing to want to follow orders cause you have respect for your boss' ideals and pursuits, but that phrasing tells Bandou that's not what's going on here. ]
[ He is. But he's not, his owner is his owner, there was nowhere else he could go. His owner was all he had. If he was a jerk or not was depending on if Eric was good or not, and he tried his best to be a good dog. ]
[ Eric flinches a bit, loud noises he does not like, even if it is coming from an enemy. There's another loose shrug, he's trying to not care. This was his life. ]
[ Eric glares before picking up one of his arms and unrolling the terribly long and baggy sweater to reveal old scars and burns and showing new red smallish holes on the top of his arm. Cigarette burns. ]
Already paid my punishment. If things go well there won't be anymore. So shut up and be quiet or I'll do the same to you.
[ He puts the sleeve back down, he didn't like looking at them. It reminded him he was a bad dog. He just wanted the guy to shut up. ]
[ Finally some silence in this room. He's right you know. He's not. You should listen to him. Then what, what could he do to change his life? He didn't deserve it. He could help you. No, no he can't. He was just a dog, that's all.
It wasn't 15 minutes after that the earth shook slightly as an explosion type sound went off some ways away, knocking Eric out of his thoughts. He looked at one of the windows, noticing some smoke coming from there. ]
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