Randall knew he was not a good man in the conventional sense.
He could save people.
But not for their sake, nor because he was a Marine.
He saved people simply because he wanted to.
As for innocent civilians...
He loved only people in the abstract. He could grow furious on behalf of those abstract people.
He could also dance in shackles for their sake.
But once those abstract people became real individuals...
He would inevitably divide them into those he liked and those he disliked.
If he liked them, he could still offer a helping hand.
Christa, for instance. Reiju, too.
But if someone disgusted him, he would not force himself to put up with them.
Anyone who truly thought being a Marine would make him hold back was sorely mistaken.
Take this ungrateful member of the Mink Tribe before him, who could not grasp the situation.
So foolish and ignorant, and so utterly repulsive.
Perhaps Dragon was right.
As his strength grew and his experience broadened, he had indeed changed somewhat.
But perhaps that change was not a bad thing.
Besides, all that had changed was his attitude toward strangers.
With people he knew, he could still stay true to himself.
But when faced with someone this ungrateful, he would not suppress his temper.
"I see some of you still haven't grasped the situation you're in.
Whether the Mokomo Dukedom continues to exist depends on a single whim of mine.
Do you understand? Hmm?"
Randall stared coldly at the corpse.
His voice was like a snow-laden wind in the dead of winter.
It chilled Cat Viper and Inuarashi to their very cores.
"Y-you said you'd wait for the full moon and let us turn into Moonlight Lions.
A-are you going back on your word?
Are you scared?
You