achilles zhao || district eight || cbd1 || fin

He doesn't think much of it when Lore approaches him one blustery cold day in December. She's always seeking him out, getting him to do odd jobs here and there - until the words fall from her mouth and his attention is instantly captured.

"Heard you and I have something in common," she'd said, handing him a business card. "If ya ever want to do somethin' about it, I know a gal."

Two days later, he was on a train to Six, to meet some medical trained lady "with experience in these sorts of things", she'd said. It was vague, even for Lore, but she'd never done him dirty yet.

Was it sketchy? Yeah. Dangerous? Absolutely. Worth it? Hell yes.

Did it solve overnight? Nah, nothing is that magical. But by Ripred did it help. Never before had he felt he'd better embodied the name he'd picked for himself once the questions had turned into answers. Achilles he was, a name pulled directly out of the warrior class of Two, of an invincible warrior who overcame every major obstacle in his path.

Kinda fits how he'd treated life so far, huh? A runaway on the street, a struggle with himself and his own identity, here he stood, in his new and glorious form two years later, having conquered everything that had been tossed his way.

Well, except his debt to Lore. But that's not something he thinks he'd get rid of even if he had the chance.