"I'm not him," Attila said firmly. "Don't know what your deal is with him. It's still a good idea to go."

He didn't like the slighter man approaching him. Attila had his heart set on leaving without divulging anything more, but this man kept talking.

"What've you done? Don't talk like you want to save me. You're still assuming things. I don't want a new life the same way you do."

He held his head, feeling more than a bit frustrated, dragging his fingers through his spiky blonde hair, knocking his hat askew. He should've worn his sunglasses, there was too much light now, and his eyes always betrayed him, even with the cold and harsh expression he wore.

"... you look weak. I could toss you aside if you won't get out of my way, you know. If I wanted to."

But he didn't.

"My part—"

They're both saying too much. He bit his tongue, hard, to try and stop himself from saying another word. The truth was that Manzana reminded him a little of Hun. Slight, unassuming appearance, possibly more dangerous than he looked. Even the hair framing his face felt too familiar... he needed to get out of here.