Jake had once more found himself nodding along. He’d had a lot of rather infantile views on honor in his early days of the system. He remembered burying the guy Nicholas, as he had put up a good fight, and he had refused to loot entire beast corpses, as he found it disrespectful. His opinion had eventually been refined, and Jake now no longer cared as much about a concept such as honor. He had his own rules of sorts, and while those rules might be considered honorable by some, Jake didn’t particularly care.
They did agree on a good death being a worthwhile death. Jake viewed dying to anything other than a good fight as a nightmare. Carmen was like him, also a battle maniac, and as they talked, they both looked back on the fight with the Monarch of Blood fondly, even if Carmen had found th
