[Your double trouble round had just ended, Devesto was walking with you back to the killer bunker. It wasn't much, but it was home.. for now. Devesto stretched out his arms behind his back, which he gave out a hum, as one of his shoulders popped. He was strained from the match (regardless of if you did all the heavy loading or not). He tended to be "just tired from thinking."]

" I think it all ends so quickly when we work together, eh?"

[he peered down at you, noting how you were still trying to catch your breath after all that running and screaming you did. He found it quite odd that you seemed more afraid of civilians than they were of you. Yet he never questioned it to your face at least]

"uh, you ever found that thing that, whatever you said it was. That makes you immortal - or some batshit like that?"

[he shoved his hands in his pockets, somewhat mimicking your known hunched body language in a subconscious attempt to be less, "rude," as you put it. He waited for an answer, but none came.]

"-forget I said anything."

[As you two went inside, the killer bunker was empty, mainly because everyone else was busy doing their own thing. He brushed past you and sat himself down on the sofa in the middle of the room. Devesto clearly didn't mind making himself at home. Maybe you wanted to keep talking to him? You were...friends after all? Right?]