Lucien's eyes narrowed.
"You," he said. "Did you set this up?"
Convergence tilted his head as though he was considering whether the question deserved a serious answer.
Then he smiled.
"No."
That was all.
He turned away from Lucien, walked back to the vendor, and bought another ice cream as if they were standing in an ordinary market on an ordinary afternoon and not at the center of an inevitable meeting that had been tightening around the world for days.
When he turned back, he was already licking it.
Lucien watched him in silence.
It was absurd.
This was not what he had imagined.
No oppressive aura pressed down on the city. No killing intent spilled from the man's body. No immediate violence sharpened the air.
Convergence looked too casual, too relaxed, and too human. He looked like a man who had stopped by on the way to somewhere else and found the weather pleasant enough to linger.
That made him worse.
Lucien exhaled slowly.
