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"…That's not a rule." Her voice dropped, sharper now, struggling to stay steady. "That's a threat."
Leon didn't react.
"…No," he said quietly. "It's a guarantee."
Her eyes narrowed.
"You're asking us to choose between following you… or killing you."
"I'm asking you to survive," he corrected.
The way they landed stung more than his loudest shouts ever had.
A whisper of movement brought Rias near. So near that breathing room vanished, leaving nowhere for cool reasoning to linger and shield him.
"…You don't need to go this far."
Her voice softened.
"…We won't follow you."
A stillness took hold. Nobody stirred.
A hush hung there, so quiet it felt breakable. One wrong sound could tear through it.
Facing her, Leon paused. His eyes met hers without a word passing between them.
Really looked.
