“Oh Sammy boy, please tell me you at least gave me a decent challenge. What’s the point of having a new toy if I don’t get to play with it?” Faelan replied, grinning from ear to ear. Oddly enough, he could almost feel how far away the demon was. Like the distance between them was desperately trying to pull them back together.<br/><br/>“Faelan, you know that this is a basic test, if you survive long enough to get to the advanced ones, then you can play. There is no way in hell I’d risk my job to help you enjoy yourself.”<br/><br/>“You’ve never been on a big hunt have you Sam, you’ve always been stuck behind these glass walls, and those textbooks you guys swear your lives by. You never get to have any fun, it’s all regulate this, control that. Sometimes you need to just let back and kill a demon, get some adrenaline pumping through you.”<br/><br/>Even as Faelan talked, he thought back to all the great hunts he’d been on, the marks in his records, for outstanding hunts that seemed unrealistic.<br/><br/>“When you allow yourself to be a puppet Sammy, you go hollow on the inside, think about that.”<br/><br/>Before Sam could reply, he made his way towards the pit, gun in hand, with his sword on his hip.