"What did you think he meant?" Hiro asked both to himself and those who were present. The statement wasn't all that bad, but it felt ominous, so much so it was hard to ignored.
"Prometheus?" Kiro asked dumbly, not really paying attention.
Hiro looked at his friend shaking his head, "who else?"
Kiro shrugged nonchalantly. What Prometheus said was very vague, it could have meant a thousand different things and he wasn't in the mood to mull it over. His focus was entirely on that weekend.
Compared to that, the game's riddles and warnings seemed less important. They were declaring war on the Sanctum, a notoriously unknown society which ran their country however they wanted. They were challenging it with their real bodies, not in-game avatars. A lot could go wrong.
That's what was mainly on his mind. Ways to avoid getting any of his friends killed, he didn't want to lose any of them, he'd grown too fond of them. But of course, that's something he wasn't willing to admit.
