Kamille's expression turned solemn. He was not as anxious as Rise. Yet he could not bring himself to belittle this situation. Although he could assure Rise that the plot would not be able to influence him, words were just nothing if they could not directly prove it.
This was significant for Rise, and he could tell that.
Kamille understood his feelings, as he was also uncertain about the plot's influence on him or what his reaction would be once he met this Epsilon or whatever his name was.
So, instead of saying words that might mean nothing in the end, Kamille engulfed Rise in his embrace. Sometimes, presence alone was enough for these rising insecurities to be suppressed.
And this was right.
Rise inhaled Kamille's natural scent as he tried to calm all his nerves. The fear still crept in, but his determination only became firmer.
All of this... Rise could not let that bitch steal from him. He did not care if he was the real thief in the real context.
