"Lapu wouldn't have been killed by him, right? No, no way, he's got the Half-leaf Greatsword, how could he possibly lose to trash like Patch."
Leon was clearly worrying about the missing Lapu's safety, yet in his head he couldn't help replaying Patch that bastard's glorious track record.
Things like deliberately kicking people off cliffs, running away from the Battle Festival, disguising himself as a thief to mug passing travelers—keep listing them and you'd feel like you could dump all the sins in human history onto him alone. He's practically a universal scapegoat.
Of course, this bastard's personality fully deserves being treated that way.
"Could it be that Lapu's just been locked up somewhere around here by him?"
With that thought, Leon started combing through this area called the cemetery even more carefully.
