"How'd you know that Bathala is a God?" Asked the puzzled cloaked
tree-hugger. "No one actually believes in him anymore anyways. And
it's just any an expression in Ilocano I think, which is a Filipino
dialect translated in Filipino then to English. And mr. werewolf I
never left, my cloak can make me invisible if stood still enough."
"Oh Really?" Caleb doubtingly said to the former businessman. "
Sure you didn't just search it on google? So your a businessman,
guessing you're international then. Look guys, why don't we just
talk about this instead of murdering and terrorizing innocent
civilians. I just want to relax in London for Pete's sake! My
Country's new found President, President Duterte is getting into my
nerves for using geothermal energy."
"Don't you mean The ITALIAN President?" The grammar
obsessed nerd said to the screaming anthropomorphic wolf. " Who
cares about Italy?! We're in freaking London you annoying furball!"
Johnny listened to Mushroom and the werewolf's bickering, slightly
puzzled. He had heard of Nightwolf but this werewolf was apparently
just Nightwolf's victim. If he was understanding this correctly,
that is. Looking at Grizzwolfer, Johnny cocked his head slightly to
the side, confused, as he finally interrupted the
conversation-turning-argument.
"But you're not Nightwolf, are you?", he asked, even though they
already knew the answer. He then continued talking: "You're you, so
you should only be judged on what you do. You don't have to be
another Nightwolf."
A nice ideological sentiment. Too bad the world doesn't work like
Johnny thinks it does.