Azriel's eyes slowly widened with anger.
"…You... know why."
Pollux looked amused.
"Do I, monster?"
Azriel pressed the muzzle of the Desert Eagle against his forehead.
Pollux's gaze naturally drifted past him, toward the chained princess of the Frost Clan. The gun remained pressed to his skull, yet he only tilted his head and placed a finger against his chin.
"Now that I think about it," Pollux said, "didn't you defy the God of Time for Celestina?"
Pollux already knew that, of course.
His smile turned knowing.
Sinister.
"Such a dangerous choice, with such dangerous consequences. All so you could make her feel better."
He laughed.
Azriel's eyes flared open, and he shoved the gun harder against Pollux's forehead.
"Shut up."
"I truly cannot tell whether she is a lucky girl or an unlucky one!" Pollux burst into laughter. "Hahahaha!"
"I said shut up!"
