Both," Vivian answered.
There was no pause. No thinking. The moment the question ended, his answer came out clean and steady.
Beep!
The clown crossed his arms in a big X and shook his head. "Wrong answer~!"
His smile turned mocking as he clicked his tongue again and again. "Tsk, tsk… you can't save both at the same time. How foolish."
Vivian didn't react. His eyes stayed calm. His grip on the sword didn't change.
"Both," he said again.
The clown's smile twitched. "Still saying that?"
He spread his hands, acting disappointed. "How cute. How stupid."
He leaned closer, voice softer but sharper. "If your wife is falling from a cliff… and your mother is being attacked far away… how will you save both at the same time?"
He paused, then waved his hand. "Ah, fine. I'm kind today." His tone dropped. "Choose. Your mother… or your wife?"
"Both," Vivian said again.
No change in tone. No doubt.
Then his eyes turned cold.
