[ both of them are standing on the same unfamiliar territory - neither one able to figure out just how strong the other is, but maybe that's the thrill of it. for now, six is content to let the suggestion sit in the spaces that remain between them. it permeates just like the air, not at all suffocating in the very least. (one day, maybe, they'll find out the answer to this.)

he looks over when the mattress dips, his eyes lingering at the shift for a second longer before he refocuses back on the berserker's face. it's hard to discern his expression because of the mask but the slight tilt of his head helps it come across as curious. ]

I try not to fight without reason.

[ and that's the plain and honest truth. ]

Perhaps you'll just have to test my strength and find out if it's worth your time one day.