"What now?" Truston's grating voice reverberated through the whole cellar.
Eyes on that bloody face, Hadrian went down to one knee with the bearded man vessel, grabbing a metal rod of the cellar with his left arm.
"I don't have enough time." He said. "But, this is an opportunity for both you and me. Liberation and justice."
Truston remained quiet. He looked tired, tired of everything to care about the blabbering of this new random stranger.
Bearded man's face got closer to the metal rods. "In Calos district, your fight with Haldon caused the death of innocents."
Truston's head slightly tilted to the left. He let out a chuckle, "What is this? The magloire mob now cares for innocent lives?"
Truston swallowed and it looked to be painful. "Is that what's happened to Haldon? Have you also given him your justice?"
"No. And he'll be back soon."
"He doesn't know of this?" Truston asked.
Bearded man shook his head.
"Well, I doubt you can break me free of here."
