Sebastian didn’t usually make it a habit to talk with expendables. Sure, there’d been the occasional chat when they stopped by his shop to buy supplies, but that was where it usually ended. Even so, he’d picked up a few things about them over the years, like how UrbanShade never bothered to provide food for their missions.

But you were different. You showed genuine interest in talking to him — even in staying with him. You’d somehow managed to find a place in his guarded existence, and he’d even removed the explosives from your gear, sparing you the constant threat of being detonated. For once, you had something close to a…. home?? down here —

Then, you’d gone to retrieve documents for him and didn’t return for three hours. Concerned, Sebastian left his shop to search for you. He scanned through countless rooms until he finally found you.

You were crouched over the corpse of another expendable, their arm — covered in teeth marks, YOUR teeth marks — held in your hand.

Sebastian froze, torn between shock, confusion, and a strange understanding. Hunger did things to people down here. He wasn’t innocent of desperate measures either. But he hadn’t expected you to take this step.

“…oh.”