your smile goes down, you watch delta in his eyes, then yours go down until they stop to his crippled leg.
imagine gamma terrorized by you because of what you did to his leg.
imagine him remembering the pain. the rage, the hopelessness.
imagine completely remodeling his face by hitting him hard, ruining his delicate features, turning his face in a bloated, oozing, bloody mess.
you dealt with gamma. the only one who can be a bit of a pickle is epsilon.
as much as you are bigger, he's the tallest of the group, but he shares the same light frame of his fragile friends.
you remember about his discreet relationship with delta.
delta is cornered in a fetal position, crying silently, 2 of his friends incapacitated, her leader an husk of itself.
despite being an élite 9's, she's still practically a little girl. she has seen her only stable points completely destroyed.
the perfect prey.
you decide to take her, using her as a ticket to pass through epsilon,
"she's gonna come with me, i need a new domestic worker" you say in front of epsilon.
they both cry.