Tossing the man's head in front of Najenda, I turned around to see Akame inspecting my suit with extreme precision.
Hudson: What are you doing?
Akame: Any wounds?
Hudson: A scratch, on the right arm.
Her eyes zipped straight towards the area of the suit that was torn. Rolling up my sleeve, she began to inspect it.
Akame: It's already healed. How?
Hudson: Nanobots in the bloodstream.
Akame: Hmm...
Hudson: What?
Then she suddenly started taking off pieces of my suit.
Hudson: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Akame: Boss. Leone. Hold him down.
Leone: Ooh! This'll be fun.
Hudson: LET GO OF ME!
After ripping off the armor and the shirt, they went to the pants, stripping me down to my underwear and revealing the many scars I had from previous fights, as well as the Apex Predator branding.
Hudson: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?
Leone: That's a horrible tattoo.
Putting on an undershirt, I responded.
Hudson: IT'S NOT A TATTOO!
Akame's expression changed from the usual expressionless face to one of a small smile.
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WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON, HERE!? WHY IS SHE SMILING!?... ... ... *thunk*
GET DOWN, FOOLISH SNAKE!!!
She explained as I tried to put back on all the clothing they ripped off.
Akame: I've seen friends die from poison because they wanted to be tough and not report the wound.
Hudson: Had it been poison, the nanobots wouldn't have healed.
Akame: The mortality rate for those on their first mission is very high. You did very well.
Hudson: Uhh...thanks. I guess.
Leone: Akame was hoping you would live. She would've been lonely without you.
I highly doubt that. But still...
Hudson: I apologize, Akame. I didn't understand your intentions till now.
