Click.
Haji paused, his breathing hard and heavy. Jarvis, on the other hand, gulped as he held his pistol steadily.
"You should've just given up, Hajime," Jarvis breathed out, his body starting to relax—not out of complacency. "Why… why do you have to struggle so much?"
His face twitched as he ground his teeth, glaring at Haji with murderous intent. What angered Jarvis the most was not Gene's death, nor the fact that this chaos had spiraled out of proportion, but that Haji was too persistent. Jarvis knew he had to deal with him himself.
"You truly are just like your father," he added under his breath, eyes glinting. "You just don't know when to give up."
Haji smirked, glancing over his shoulder. "If I weren't like him, you wouldn't have stopped here to deal with me yourself."
Jarvis narrowed his eyes at Haji's back, scoffing. "Surely, you and your father also share that same rude tongue."
Because that was true.
