"He wants to control the story. He has succeeded a lot until now. Seven was who he got to first." Ten answers, not able to make microsoft sam any quieter than he was for his voice-to-text. But that was fine, because he knew who was walking up.

"And because he's a jerk!" Five exclaims, coming to a heavy boot-stomp stop a few feet away from where Luka's sitting on the bench. The Protector sucked, dude.

"Hi Five." Ten greets her, five of his eyes on her and five of his eyes on Luka.