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Miburo
Held remained silent, unblinking. It would be difficult for even the most astute of observers to determine if the gears that made up his mind had began working feverishly as he took in new information, or if the crew manning the machinery of his mind had decided to take a lunch break, deciding to leave these problems for more passionate minds.
"Okay." He said simply, "We'll just go with whatever feels right in the moment."
"Eh?" The Nevadian shifted his gaze towards the pink Majin, arching an eyebrow as he did, "The great destroyer or whatever he calls himself?"
What's he got to do with all this?
Sasheem was certainly one that the Nevadian was wary of. When they had first met, the Majin only hungered for destruction and food, each appetite unable to be satiated in the least. He was barely capable of reason, or being reasoned with, and perhaps Held found that disconcerting.
Had Eva and the Galaxy Police not given some details of Sasheems past, perhaps the Nevadian would have written him off as a simple maniac, who boasted an unusual power. After all, Held had managed to focus the Majin during the raid with something as simple as a promise of violence and pie, after all.
But, as history had it, Sasheem's had both the power and will to do what he wished, to the point he was considered quite dangerous. But, then again, so was Held, albeit for reasons not of his own doing. Still, the Nevadian wariness had grown even more disconcerting when Sasheem returned to them, clearly a rational, thinking being, whose hunger had remained, but who seemed even more focused in his goals.
"...You're not going to tell me that I've not given him nearly as much credit as I should, are you?" Held asked, returning his sight to Asha'Rah's chassis. "I mean, I'd be lying if I didn't find the guy to be kind of scary, but....."