A vein throbbed on DragonSlayer's forehead. "So you're telling me that no matter what we do, it's already written somewhere? That we have no choice?"
"Yes!" Bombom said, his voice cracking with a sudden, overwhelming despair. "You can't change destiny! I learned that the hard way..." He turned his back on his party, his gaze falling on the small, hovering drone camera, on the thousands of unseen eyes that were watching his every move. "I tried to be the strongest man in the world," he said, his voice a low, bitter whisper. "And what did that get me? Nowhere. Now I'm just a weird, cute face, trapped in a body that isn't mine."
"At least you're a goth femboy," DragonSlayer said with a smirk and a shrug, his attempt at levity falling completely flat.
"Don't worry, Bombom," Gluteus said, his voice a deep, reassuring rumble as he placed a massive, steel-clad hand on Kenjiro's shoulder. "Even if you don't get back to your old self again... we are still here."
