[i]Ronin nods.[/i] "Very. I've never met him personally, but he was an associate of a former employer of mine."

"Employer..." Eric thinks, memories clearly coming back to him as he does, "Edward Schrader. You worked for Venom. He mentioned them a few times; said that they had fought alongside each other, but that he'd never worked for a contract. Look, I don't know him, and you don't know him personally, but whatever relationship he had with me is probably unimportant right now. We're stranded on this planet with no way to get us all off, so unless this Hallwinter can find us, and pull a ship large enough to fit us out of his ass, then I don't see the need for talking about him."

"That I did, and if you want to leave the planet, you can go right now. I have obligations currently." [i] Lance draws his white and gold sword and slashes the air in front of him, opening a tear in the air filled with a swirling purple and black mass.[/i] "There's your free ride, I don't offer them twice."

Eric stares at the portal in wonder, craving noting more than to secure his own safety. What were all these people to him anyways? But then he turned around and looked at all the people behind him, treating wounds, chatting, training, and something resonated within him. Why should he get special treatment? Why was he exempt from helping them all get off? "Thanks, but no thanks Ronin. We're a team, might as well start acting like one."