"Hello, Yondu!"
"...Who are you?"
"Saga."
Lake smiled as he looked at Yondu, who had become wary the moment Lake appeared, and introduced himself: "You can call me Saga. I'm looking for someone. No, to be precise, I'm looking for a ball."
Yondu whistled.
But...
With a clang.
Lake's eyelids twitched slightly as sparks burst out. Looking at the seemingly dazed Yondu before him, he smiled and said, "That little toy might be enough to deal with other people, but it's useless against me. I mean you no harm, Yondu. If you help me, I'll help you too."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Return to the Marauder Legion."
"..."
Seeing Yondu fall silent, Lake chuckled. "I know what the Marauders mean to you. Besides, from a certain perspective, you could be considered my younger brother's adoptive father. I have no ill intentions toward you, Yondu. But Peter's biological father has already tricked Peter into going to his planet."
At Peter's name, Yondu's pupils contracted. "Ego!"
Lake nodded. "Yes. I need you to take me there. In return, once I accomplish what I want, I'll help you return to the Marauder Legion."
Yondu frowned deeply as he looked at Lake. "Why should I believe you?"
Lake shrugged. "Under normal circumstances, I prefer to pay first and handle the job afterward. So when I ask others for help, I generally like to give them their reward as well. But I came here rather hurriedly this time, so I'm willing to pay you part of the reward first, as the foundation of our cooperation!"
As he spoke,
Lake pressed his right hand directly against the fin on Yondu's head, the fishlike organ that controlled his whistle arrow.
In an instant,
Within Lake's Chaos Universe, beneath the Force Tree, the various powers of emotion he