Silence fell between the two of them, and while Jin ate away at the food on his plate, Mark stared into his half full glass of milk, lost in thought."It’s kinda sad, isn’t it?" he asked.
"What is?" Jin asked, swallowing a mouthful of food.
"Well, that we’re the only two really left; the only ones that remember what the Black Dragon Clan used to be. The codes we lived by, the things we fought for. I mean, didn’t it ever make you sick that after the Reconstruction, we basically degenerated into glorified contract killers?"
"We were always killers, Mark," Jin answered somberly.
"Yeah, but not like this. Back then we served a higher purpose. We killed to clean the scum off the planet. Now we work for the scum, and only because they pay better."
Jin sighed. "Yeah, I know what you mean, Mark. There are a lot of things I miss about those days."
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