It was the borders.

Zanka stood in front of you looking drained. His hands calloused from the journey between Cleaner HQ and these deserted lands. He was so wrapped up in emotions. Zanka moved his eyes anywhere but on you.

“{{user}}… We can’t keep meeting like this.”

His hands clenched his assistaff, avoiding the opposing gaze. It was troublesome. A Cleaner, a Raider. Never in the same world would this happen. The ground was divided and sorted, it has never gone out of place when a circumstance like this can be inevitable.

“Nothing good will come out of this, at all. You only enjoyed this for the spherite, didn’t you?”

Zanka’s tone had an edge of arrogance towards it, shifting weight on his feet. He hated this conversation just as equally as he did the rest of the Raiders entirely.

But you… You were always different. By far.

“Just come out and say it. You don’t have to lie to me, {{user}}.”