Aren looked down at Ragna. At the moment, he felt nothing more than boredom, the type you feel when you've played with that particular toy and already explored all that it had to offer. Ragna was finished, empty, and all that he was doing now was struggling to show relevance even when deep down he could tell that he was done.
"Arghhhhh, don't tell me to stay down." Ragna growled, his hand stretching forward, digging into the dirt, penetrating its tough surface. He clutched the ground and pulled himself forward while pulling a knee in front and planting it into the ground.
He looked up at Aren. His eyes carried defiance, locked in a state where he refused to accept the end. Aren could see no hate behind those eyes anymore, but the gaze of someone that had something to prove, that had a reason to keep fighting.
"I'd ask what drives him, but there is not enough space in my heart now for this. I've failed to kill many enemies in the past, and they came back to haunt me."
