Mr. M

"How naive, Axel. They beat you up because you'd be useful in the future once they ran out of money. Use this time to reflect and understand just how serious this was."

Axel's frown deepened, hanging his head low as he kept his mouth shut. Of course, he knew it was serious, but what else could Heaven do? Nag them? Threaten them? As if they would listen to her. If anything, they might just laugh at them. 

"Fine. Do what you want," he huffed, sulking in the corner. "Don't think of me and my pride. Sure. I don't care. I'm at fault, anyway."

Axel peeked at Heaven, only to see her with no reaction. "Do you know how it feels and what it will look if you go there? They'd not just laugh at you, but they will also mock me for hiding under a woman's skirt."

Nothing. 

Heaven didn't even look at him, keeping her eyes out the window. Seeing that his words didn't have any effect, Axel sighed once more.