Cerberus sat around a pool in shorts and a tshirt, seeing Volker swimming around. Cerberus nervous. "Hey, Cerby, you gonna hop in?" Volker asked. "No..im afraid to take my shirt off..." Cerberus said shyly. "Oh, alright man. Just take it easy." Volker said, smiling at him. Cerberus felt under his shirt, feeling scarred skin on his stomach, he winced at the thoughts going through his mind about how he got the scars.
Thoughts of his battle between that horrid angel, his stomach being slashed open. The image of waking up from being killed. He shook his head. Looking uncomfortable. "Cerberus? You okay?" Volker asked, looked concerned. "Y-Yeah...I'm okay...just- nightmare.." Cerberus muttered. "Maybe we should leave?" Volker said, about to get out of the pool. "No no, its okay, please just enjoy your time here." Cerberus said. "You sure?" "Yeah..." Cerberus and Volker nodded to each other and Volker went back to swimming, Cerberus sighing.

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