Chapter 77 - Dead weight (2) (2/2)

'No! No! No!' Francis simply couldn't accept this, he was convinced that without Lazar he had little means of survival, ”But...”

However, Lazar made him understand that his decision was final, ”There is no way you're going to change my mind. Instead, we should talk about what you should do.”

Although he was still shocked by what he considered to be a betrayal on Lazar's part, knowing that he had thought of an alternative for him gave Francis hope, ”What do you mean?” He asked while drying his tears, expecting Lazar to give him a solution to all his problems, as usual... far from suspecting that this time he was going to ask him to make sacrifices.

'Leave ?' Confusion could be read on the face of Francis.

Surviving the attack of the Draugur didn't make him more brave and since Boston was his only point of reference, going towards the unknown was inconceivable...

Therefore, the answer he was going to give Lazar was a logical one for him, 'You can shove this bullshit up your ȧss.'

Then, an idea popped into his head, an idea that could surely force Lazar to let him accompany him.

'Since we've known each other you've been telling me countless times that I don't have any balls, well, you're going to regret seeing them.' He thought with resentment.

The eyes of Lazar and Francis connected and there was something in the gaze of the latter that Lazar had never seen before; arrogance.

He knew right away that Francis was going to do something he wasn't going to like at all, and in the seconds that followed, he wasn't disappointed.

Francis approached his hand to Lazar's shoulder, then he tapped it gently several times.

'Just what is it supposed to mean?' Not understanding at first why Francis was doing such a weird thing, his subsequent words made Lazar realize that it was supposed to intimidate him.