In an instant, he was fully armored again, a stark contrast to his previous disheveled appearance, as if he were two completely different people.
"So you won't suddenly drop dead in some alley corner, will you?"
Watching Lorenzo push open the door, Heracles couldn't help but ask.
Lorenzo opened a black umbrella, appearing out of place in this world, like the Death God descending.
"Who knows? After all, everyone eventually dies, right? But... if I truly die in some alley corner, that wouldn't be so bad."
Lorenzo seemed a bit hesitant but still said.
"Thank you for your aid, Heracles. Perhaps I'll trouble you again soon. I hope your Inferior Rats are ready."
"Aid is not charity work," Heracles stated.
In truth, he and Lorenzo had quite a bit in common; Lorenzo chased destruction while Heracles pursued secrets, any kind of secrets would do, anything hidden and unknown could satisfy his pathological need.
