"What are you talking about?"
"Let me ask you something serious," Nightflame said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone.
"What exactly do you need me for?"
"Need you for?
What kind of nonsense is that?" Mad One snarled, though his confidence was wavering.
"You were the one who started this!
You've been hunting my distributors, tearing down my networks, and tracking me across the stars like a bloodhound!"
"I did that because you wanted me captured," Nightflame countered, his eyes scanning the surrounding darkness.
"You also paid a merchant a fortune to take my life.
Everything I've done was a response to your supposed hit on me."
Mad One's expression shifted from rage to a dawning, horrific realization.
"I see... so someone went to a lot of trouble to make fools out of both of us."
"Exactly," Nightflame agreed, his back now turning toward Mad One as he looked out into the deep void.
"And I'm starting to wonder who has the resources to pull those strings."
