"They're calling for…" his eyes landed on Ren, and then he gulped. "the last Pierce."
Ren's heart plummeted in that moment, and the rage he had just managed to contain came back like a flood, and he glared.
Bastards. He thought. Every last one of them.
Cilian looked at the intense gaze in Ren's eyes and felt that this might be a little fun.
"Then, shall we go greet the 'guests', Ren?"
"Are you going to fight?" Ren asked, looking at Cilian, and Cilian interpreted it as Ren worrying for him.
He brought his hand to Ren's hair and scuffled it, but Ren hated it and slapped his hand off.
"If they came for a fight, of course, I'll have to give it to them." He licked his lips. "Anything else would be just boring, you know."
Psycho.
"Anyway, let's head up."
And so, they went up, with Ren counting his steps as he walked. What would he say if he did come in contact with Dennis? He would try to put a bullet in his head, no doubt.
But he didn't have a gun on him.
