Mike realised he wasn't here to be depressed and grieve his mother. He was there to not let others grieve theirs. Ha ran back to Skylar and Snarl with somewhat of a plan in his mind. Mike knew what he needed to do.
"Hey kiddo."
Mike groaned. He didn't want to deal with minor thugs.
"Yes?"
"Unlike Charles over there—"
"Charles?"
Mike remembered the first knight of time. The one every knight looked up to. His name was Charles, Mike's father.
"That's... my father's..."
"OI! Ar ya listenin'!? We're talkin' to ya o'er 'ere!"
"Oh. Sorry about that. I was just—"
"Well, as I was sayin', unlike that damn Charles, we don't spare even the littlest o' things."
"Including pathetic children. Just. Like. YOU!"
"Yeah! That's how mean we are!"
Mike looked at them as if they were— no. They are idiots.
"W... what're ya lookin' at!? Y— you little... PEASANT."
"If you were actually that mean, and don't spare anything... let's see..."
The two pirates looked at each other, and back at Mike, with an earnest look in their eyes.
"Why don't you kill each other instead? It seems you waste time by chatting to your prisoners and allowing them to escape."
"How could you say that!? He's me best friend—"
"And? Doesn't change the fact that you're wasting time looking at each other. Those kind of friends are just a nuisance, and you should get rid of them," Mike said with a shrug. "Or... you're just too weak without each other?"
The pair looked at the child, as if he was some kind of monster.
"Ah. I see. Too afraid?"
"No! I am not afr—"
Before the pirate could finish, Mike seemed to disappear and reappear next to him, with the blade at his throat.
"You see, this is how you're supposed to do it."
The head went flying off the boat. Mike glared at the other person. He fell to his bottom, startled, and crawled in a hurried manner to stand and run away.
Mike sighed.
"And this is why I was avoided for the most part."
"M... Mike?"
Mike spun around to see Skylar looking at him in a mix of worry, fear, and something Mike couldn't distinguish.
"Sorry you had to see this."
"Mike... What have you done?"
"I'm not really the best person to befriend."
"I'm sure you can change!"
"Change? Do you think I really need to do that?"
"I don't understand, Mike. Can you please tell me?"
"These were the people who killed my mother, Skye. Do you think I have the patience to hold back? You're someone who just met me today. Do you really think you have the rights to change a stranger?"
"I..."
"See you, I guess. Sorry."
The Mike drenched in blood walked away from Skylar once again, blinded mostly by hatred. He did feel bad, but he wanted to commit his revenge without anything holding him back. He wanted to kill.
